Alcoholics and Druggies die every day
That's the chant.
Their vice is a monster they endure at first, then regret,
Then fully embrace until life just slips away.
Their lives were full of shoulda, coulda, and woulda's
They would get to someday
Which is now irrelevant.
Alcoholics and Druggies die every day.
Doesn't this piquet you in some way?
Have we become that complaisant?
Their vice is a monster they endure at first, then regret,
Then fully embrace until life just slips away.
They were people look at the survey
Their lives weren't insignificant.
Alcoholics and Druggies Die Every Day
They just couldn't break away
From the horrible intoxicant.
Their vice is a monster they endure at first, then regret
Then fully embrace until life just slips away.
I pray
That people will read this and on their mind I can implant
Alcoholics and Druggies die everyday.
Their vice is a monster they endure at first, then regret,
Then fully embrace until life just slips away.
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