I leave the gaf everyday bright and early with a few crumpled notes in my pocket. I haven't eaten in days but the main thing is I get my gargle. I leave it up to
Paddy Power to decide what meals I'm eating for the week. Each way bets up until 4pm and I head home smashed and take it out on my family. Cold dinner before I hit the hay and back up again to do it all over. The sadness in my eyes is like nothing you've ever seen. Wheeling and dealing pub to pub every day talking shit! And you can't teach a dog new tricks you just blame it on the church and your past and say you're meant to grow up into your father's footsteps. A real tough proud country lad bet himself into the ground and left his debt to his wife and fuckin kid.
And how else did you think, this was gonna end?
And this is a story that goes on and on through families of generations. Left his family and kids to pick up the pieces. And drank himself to death. Drank himself to death. A real tough proud country lad bet himself into the ground and left his coke debt to his wife and kids. And how else did you think this was gonna end?
