Here Come The Drunks

from by Patrick Canning

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here come the drunks lets bring it on
here’s another lousy song
the blackest hole in the world
isn’t black enough for this girl
greasy jingle beady eyes
greasy stink on suck lip thighs
old burnt out racetrack lips
creamy hands and streaming shit
and alone all alone
they were singing to no one
that the wheel that turns the world has got a driver we can trust
you can’t believe you can’t believe what everybody thinks of us
and our money
enter the broken little man
the floor is piss-stained where he stands
the blackest liquor in the store
isn’t black enough for the door
you grab my ankles and I fall
there’s no light on in the hall
here come the drunks lets take it out
they can’t hear they only shout
and alone all alone
they were singing to no one
that the wheel that turns the world has got a driver we can trust
you can’t believe you can’t believe what everybody thinks of us
and our money
and the artist paints a picture of a boat that’s in a storm
you wrap your arms around the girl you hope tonight will keep you warm
you can’t sit down you can’t sit down you know the man that’s in your chair
you walk away your sweaty hands are running through your greasy hair
you wander to your homely room and find your way into your bed
and the point of every knife is aim directly at your head
and your humming....hmmmm

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from PATRICK, released August 23, 2006

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Patrick Canning St. John'S, Newfoundland and Labrador

With the voice of an angel and cheeks every grandma longs to pinch.

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