Invariably it starts with laughter.
Hand in hand delusions share
a pot for groggy morning after.
We happy band refuse to care
as

Jack and Jim went up to 'im
That needed a bottle of booze.
The bottles 'e clutched, but 'e drank too much
And then 'e started

As I stand with iron in hand,
I wonder what needs to be done?
Dishes piled, laundry to do, what next?
I wonder, you drink...
As

Well pickle my liver, pour me a drink,
I want to get off for the day,
life is just running at too great a speed,
and I need

Whiskey won't kill me, that's the one thing I found

and the bottom of a bottle can let you you down.

I can be stupid and