Dad Lyrics

His body much older than his years

Shudders with more disappointment than surprise

At the cursed realization of another day waiting

The dawn's early light burns his bloodshot eyes

Tremors ripple down bloated belly

Stopped suddenly by skin stretched taut

In hopeless attempt to hold off another

Convulsive tar saturated cough

Jack kneels at his alter of choice

Ready to receive his sacraments

To four and a half packs a day

And Wolfschimidt's fermented potato puree

Dad was a drinker

Dad was a drinker

Dad was a drinker

A drunk some might say

Lifted from recent decent into humility

Skin crawling to catch up with intent

Driven by vague memories God's forgotten pawn

He is drawn to the kitchen like a newborn to the tit

Raises his frail arms opens liquor cabinet door

Hands grasp vodka bottle as knees buckle

Draws precious glass container to salivating lips

Sounding the gurgling coo of his infantile suckle

Jack stands at his confessional of choice

Ready to receive his absolution

For living another day

With a family that won't go away

Dad was a drinker

Dad was a drinker

Dad was a drinker

A drunk some would say

Venomous bite of cool liquid fire

Reassures what brain cells still survive

Of life's plaguing promise to torment

If only you can stay alive

With the subtle resolve of napalm

Giving ego courage to face another

Day spent at the cold hardened breast

Of his distilled surrogate Mother

Jack prays to his God of choice

Ready to receive his condemnation

For simply taking another breath

Wasting time waiting for the final act death

Dad was a drinker

Dad was a drinker

Dad was a drinker

Dad was a drunk

Dad was a drinker

Dad was a drinker

Dad was a drinker

Dad was a drunk

I never really knew him

Though I saw him everyday