Alcoholics Identified
And take the liquor off the top shelf
Grit your teeth as you try to become someone else
Because to kill your devils
First you have to kill your self
Can’t expect to have a life
And live it too
So grab that stick of rouge
And plaster red on those lips
Put a tight skirt around those hips
Smoke the cigarette that’s stale
Ashy heaven, reeking of betrayal
Promised that it would kill you on the pack
Notice nails yellowed, chipping
So pick up polish and you paint it black
Take your drink, and shoot it back
Rinse and repeat until you cant keep track
We promise you,
this will make up for the things you lack
Will cleanse mind, body and soul
Because the parasite will eat you whole
If you don’t quench that thirst,
If you don’t drink the poison first.
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