The Drinker

i wore my blackest heart into my evening dress
as i crossed that floor in a spirited mess
and i wonder just how long i've been drinking myself to death
as i cut out my tongue and off my head
i crawled like a sunset into bed
and i spent the whole night dreaming bout what that strange girl said
she said "all of your hopes and all of your dreams
shattered to dust and split at the seams
at the bottom of the bottle you can wipe your conscience clean
and if hell don't make you suffer you can surely suffer me"
it was the sort of night you felt like breaking up
or going out to vandalise the streets
but i stayed at this masquerade and i had another drink
i was hoping to bring sin to my sheets
we are all so special, we are neat
and i keep freaking people out
every time i speak
cuz i say...
i wore my blackest heart into my evening dress
i wore my favourite tie in my sunday best
and i shot a thousand rounds in an act of pale jest
i said "christ i need a lawyer"
he said "son i'll do my best"