Drinking is a chunk of personal power that no-one can take from you.
When the day is bad,... the kids are impossible,.. theres no money, no time, no freedom, no security, no fun, no fulfillment, no appreciation, no future, and theres nowhere to go, or no-one to go with......you can still have something .
Turn on the music...turn on the net, ignore the bills and the washing....and have a drink.
Im fat, Im tired, Im doing everything alone, I'm ripped off, Im dumped, I cant pay for everything and everything wants more. The bills come in and I struggle again just like last month and the month before and the year before , and the years before that.
WHY shouldnt I have a drink.
Its Mine.
Its my only pleasure,.. my only compensation for a life less interesting.
And they can all get fucked.
Im not a bad person,.. I didnt rip anyone off,.. I didnt do anything except to try and be the best person I could, and if thats not good enough then fuck em. Have a drink.
I'll stay up late. Ill have a laugh. I'll entertain me and giggle and fart.
And Ill have anuther and they can "suck mah ass"
What else am I gonna do.
Its after 10, and the kids are asleep.
What the hell am I gonna do?.. Sit here sober and humm a jolly tune? yeeeeeeeeaaaah right.......... not tonight.
Suddenly the thought sneaks in....*where am I gonna be in 5 years time?... sitting in a Jaguar with my beautiful lover, cruising thru the cobbled streets of some exotic town.
Ill have my perfect clothes on , wrapped around my perfect figure, and I'll buy whatever lovely things I find around.
AAAARK !
Not fuckin likely.
Ill be in this squeeking chair, with my fingers in my hair
growing wider as the years go blurring by.
I'll look older than I should , and Ill be hunched and tight and lazy.
Sipping drinks and drinks and drinks. And eating cheapo shit for tea.
Thats where I'll be.
good ole me.
Well Im having none of that
find my shoes and grab my hat, Im going walking where the drinks cant call my name.
Ill be strolling by the sea, making up a brand new me. And the jaguar is coming just another K of pumping fuck the smokes and drinks and diets and the cheese.
But its 9 o'clock again
And Im visiting my friend, in the pantry in the fridge and in my hand.
I cant keep walking all the time, Ive gotta have some time thats mine, who am I kidding this'll never work.
Im drinking I feel better
dip the crackers in the fetta
have a bag of chips and chops and buttered bacon cheese and lots, and make the toast at 1am because Im starving.
Well there goes another 5 years.
That was fun.
Hows my heart?.. hows my belly
whats this fucken shit on telly?
I dont wanna do this cycle anymore.
But I cant handle the failure, and Im running like a tortise
round a battered track thats rutted to my knees.
Cold turkey
Warm Turkey Freindly Turkey Turkey sandwich
Beer-aloidies Wine-o-rama
Have anuther Vodka Slammer
No one loves me I dont love me
Jeesus loves me have a drink.
call my mother say I love her,
slam the phone and pour another
who the fuck ate all my bickies?
What are you doin outta bed?
Clean yer room ya little bastards cant I have some quiet solace?
All I do is wash yer arse and give ya money!
Who said that , was that my father?
Even sounded like him louder
Have a drink and he'll go walkies
On the seashore , where its quiet and
the drink can be alone to think of
other drinks Ive known.