Through the dark woods of life, I took the scotch as my guide
Your heart beats are mine, sorry I became a swine
I know you are always in, sorry then gin was my kin
Under me I know I was awesome, under them, sorry I was gruesome
Wings I grew, are the sins I know
Melodies I sang, the melancholies you heard,
The power I felt, was the Energy you drained,
Come let’s reverse the time, as all we have left is a dime.
Those days were good, great and vivid;
These times are bad, ugly and livid.
– An ethanol induced song by an alcoholic to his wife.