Monday 6 April 2009

Dark Days

I'm hearing voices but I'm drowning them out
With the music of water landing in whisky
I have no problems I've sourced them all out
To the horror film clown serving the whisky
Fire in my belly is forcing me out
Such company I make so long as I'm drinking
God only knows if I'll ever get out
At least I don't care so long as I'm drinking

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