| A bottle in one hand, a pistol in the other not a good combination, you'll get a bad reputation when you mix. bullets & booze, twisting, turning, the fires burning, we are constantly learning. A thought in my head, a bottle in my hand, guzzleing, and thinking, while I'm looking at the target, that slowly looks like you, but I shoot the mirror, because Now I see you inside. Sociopathic, near serial killer, psychotic demonic Father of mine. I'm having the same problems as you did. I can't seem to hold onto a woman no matter what, so I sit back and watch my paranoia causes me to play with Bullets & Booze. I feel a conspiracy over head, Maybe this gun I should stick to my head, and make sure I end up dead, because they ignored everything that I said. So what is it I have? Now, I'm drunk, and holding the test that I flunked, the life I lead, the excess of Pain and misery I watch exceed my life itself.. My time itself, my rights and fights itself. bullets & booze, got me thinking again, about the end. bullets & booze, have me beaten and confused. Bullets & Booze, I'm aware of what I done, but I'm wasted and don't care, so waste me. Now, I feel like I'm seeing this, some what clear, as I hold that gun, hammer cocked, trigger pulled. Click. Now I'm sick of myself. Now, use some bullets with that booze to kill yourself.. Bullets and booze, got me lost, bullets and booze, have me thinking again, I'm lost unto know end in this state. I'l reflecting on all my wasted Hate, and I think its time, the Bullet helps me retaliate.. Soon, I'll wake, empty bottle in hand, Pistol to the floor, pride in the Dirt, stomped, kicked, and mutilated along with my love for Her.. Bullets and Booze. |
