The Drunk
The Drunk
He drank himself to sleep again.
Hoping that it will be better tomorrow.
Always the same story,
Feeling so sorry, but not to worry
It will be ok.
He wasn’t always like that.
Things were better before.
Back then, he still felt sorry for a whore.
When he sees them now, he gets a sly smile.
‘cause when you’re drunk & gone,
It’s always a little fun.
Slapping them around
‘till they’re silent & sound.
Playing his games,
Oh what a shame,
He has become such a lame.
Tomorrow when he’s sober
He’ll feel so ashamed.
It’s too late now
Last night is gone & over.
Never to repeat itself again.
Poor guy,
He was always so shy.
Now he’s just a drunk
& no one wants to help,
‘Cause his life already sunk.
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