Standing at this pub
Whiskey coming through my pores
Feeling like I run this whole block
Lotto tickets and cheap beer
That's why you can catch me here
Trying to scratch my way up to the top
Cause my job got me going nowhere
So I ain't got a thing to lose
Take me to a place where I don't care
This is me and my liqour pub blues
Me and my guitar tonight
Singing to the city lights
Trying to live on more than what I got
because motel near chinatown
Ain't gonna pay the rent so
I'll be out here til they call the cops
I'll take one shot for my pain
One drag for my sorrow
Get messed up today
I'll be okay tomorrow
the way those words describe me, am i really that bad
person?
Sitting in sgforums and reading this thread
I wonder why this piece went unread
Lost and unmotivated seemed to be your way
Do you really need us to say?
Only dreaming of riches in your chatter
Where is the hope you will wonder
Honest living is not yet so bad
Can you really tell what's more sad?
You drown your hopes in the bottle
Not once can you find your mettle
Utter foolishness in spending beyond one's income
Oh what a waste had you become?
