Losers, yeah, I guess we are-
On the downhill side of town.
Our habitats are dingy bars...
Our faces set in frowns
Our names? Who knows? or really cares?
Thereís Red, or Slim, or Buck-
We never call it down and out...
Weíre having some bad luck.
Breakfast? bite your tongue, you fool!
I canít get out of bed...
My face a whiskered ruined wreck
My eyes are blurred and red.
My hands still shake from my d.t.ís
My mouth? God, what a taste...
And thereís an inch of Thunderbird,
Thatís way too much to waste.
How did it start? this life of mine?
Iím not too sure I know.
I guess with candlelight and wine,
At luncheons where weíd go.
To celebrate, to close a deal-
Or maybe just unwind...
The bubbly has an adderís bite,
Alas, too late I find.
I lost my job, I lost my car,
My house, my kids, my wife...
Before I quite had realized...
I lived a drunkardís life.
Start again? I scarcely think....
No need to even try...
Letís drink, be merry, have a blast
Tomorrow we may die.