Author: PM

My first love, she came in a bottle
My second love was hittin’ the throttle
My third love was the first girl to come along
She didn’t know it was the booze that made me strong
She’d fall in love with the devil himself
When he know she cared … she’d be on the shelf

I was a heavy drinker … all my life
I be your friend and screw your wife

The search was on for righteousness
I swore I’d find the truth
I have no dreams … I’m out of goals
I let them slip away
The only time I find some peace
Is when I finally break down and pray