The Bitter Cup

And I remember the breath of my father,
His kisses were bearded and damp.
The remnants of the bottle, dragging him down
To awaken disheveled in the tank.
There's no sea deeper than the peace of the bottle,
And none speaks the truth like the drunk;
Whiskey runs through me like a sorrowful river,
I'm down on my knees and I'm sunk.
I remember my mother, hitting the gin --
She fell and we thought she was dead.
Naked and doe-like, her skull-face was shouting,
We ran to our room painted red.
There's no sea deeper than the peace of the bottle,
And none speaks the truth like the drunk;
Whiskey runs through me like a sorrowful river,
I'm down on my knees and I'm sunk.
Hot for women, we curse and abuse them,
They say we ain't got no respect.
Full of bravado, godless and fearful,
We pray no one will detect.
There's no sea deeper than the peace of the bottle,
And none speaks the truth like the drunk;
Whiskey runs through me like a sorrowful river,
I'm down on my knees and I'm sunk.
There's no taste sweeter than the rush of hot vomit,
Sieved through decaying back teeth.
I'd whisper, "I love you," and quit all this hatin'
But in truth, I ain't got the belief.
There's no sea deeper than the peace of the bottle,
And none speaks the truth like the drunk;
Whiskey runs through me like a sorrowful river,
I'm down on my knees and I'm sunk.
Smashed and disheveled, of course they did wreck us,
Poisoned by our own bitter cup.
Stumbling and hoping, inside I was lonely,
I'm sick and I'm down and I'm drunk.
There's no sea deeper than the peace of the bottle,
And none speaks the truth like the drunk;
Whiskey runs through me like a sorrowful river,
I'm down on my knees and I'm sunk.