I'm working sixty hours a week now,
I'm breaking my frail, old back.
The stress has made me take up smoking,
I worked my way up to a pack.
Well my eyes are dark and cold,
And girl, you are so warm,
But not like what's inside my glass.
When that whiskey's on the counter,
It feels like every hour might be the last.
When you're sitting in your church pew,
Oh boy, you don't know what to do,
You're thinking about the past.
And when I start to think of you,
I'll hope and pray for someone new,
And crawl back into bed with my old flask.
I wake up before the sun now,
With a little help from Jack and Coke.
I'm driving before the morning,
I feel like my life's a joke.
Well Judas knocked on my front door,
Said he's tired and he's sore,
But I'd rather sit and watch him choke.
When that whiskey's on the table,
I feel I might be able to make it last.
But when I start to come unglued,
I found the things I thought I knew
Would all come to pass.
And when I start to think like you,
Death will come, and Judas too,
And crawl into my grave with my old flask.
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