All I need is a bottle
To make it all go away
A magic act, I can barely say
Alcohol, a lifeache in a bottle
.
If I’m not home,
Check the corner store
For without the poison life’s a bore
Detroit’s streets I call home
Crying out intoxicated
I can see life passing me by
But I still have my brain to fry
My reflexes and senses sedated
Nothing is wrong
Alcohol makes it right
As I stumble around drunk at night
Screaming that nothing’s gone
Not interested
I can feel fate coming
As I reach out to grab something
I realize my entire life has been infested