In Vino Veritas

Necessity is the father of all alcoholic's

From the gutter

I hear what words are often muttered.

Should I decide to leave

I'm afraid I wouldn't know what to say.

If I weren't a drunk

then I'd only be a bum

and I prefer to specialize.

If all we have to fear is fear itself

then let's all have a drink of bourbon

and hail ourselves

the conquering hero's.

Should liquor be spilled

and the mouse take hold

let the cat run away

and the dog be bold.

Though the long battle hours

many a bar maid has fled

the whiskey's been spilled

and you've turned sour.

The end is near

fate has spoken

all those who've made it this far must leave

It's closing time.

In empty bottles there are empty lives.

In full bottles there are hopes and dreams.

From a sip of the nectar of the Gods

to a drink from the stock of man,

ending with Nightrain in an alley,

was money turned a drunk from man.

From the gutter

my minds a flutter.

Some say twas a woman

I say more likely was my last drink

brought me to my knees.

The change from day to night.

The switch from beer to whiskey.

The progression of life, and the denial.

In the dim.

To find the dark recess.

The definition of alcohol.

Should I save myself or should I suffer.

The pure life and decadence, are one on the same.

There is pleasure in pain.

Open another bottle.

Drink or fight

fight or drink.

In the end were all condemned

to think.

Life is hurried, time is short

a Bloody Mary, and a sunrise

could go a long way.

A toast to all those who died today,

for tomorrow might be our own turn.

Should my love leave me, I'll turn to whiskey.

Should I lose my family, I'll toast them in wine.

Should my health fail me, I'll drown myself in beer.

Ah, the hell with it, just give me a drink.