Bottle

A stinking sun burned me awake
Through the shuttered windowpane
I recall through eyes of claret red
He had taken me again
And the hair of the dog revives me
But I find it hard to swallow
It's a marriage made in heaven
Between me and the bottle

A thousand words fell through my hands
And the room just bends
This sodden mattress holds my heart
And he cradles my regrets
I'll read it once again
For he knows that I'll not follow
It's a marriage of convenience
Between me and the bottle

So King Alcohol's come back
With the traffic's mournful cry
And he swaggers, drunk and skinful
Through my throat all parched and dry
And if I should die before I wake
I pray, the Lord my soul to take
Then I could rest
And never wake again in sorrow
It's a marriage on the rocks
Between me and the bottle