Drunk or Dead

Well little did I know it then

Our pictures on the heads of pins

They’re easier to live in this

They’re easier to watch you die

Lost what little luck was left

It’s not enough to pay the rent

Not enough to force repentance

Not enough to make you pray

And don’t tell me

About the sins of Man

I’ve felt the sting of God’s right hand

I find him after school in bed

I don’t know if he’s drunk or dead

A slow but steady breath means

He’ll live to wreck another day

It’s terrible to cross my mind

That I should do him in this time

Then I could find a better life

Become a burden on the state

You can’t run

When it’s all you know

You just have to wait to go

And you can’t hurt me, ‘cause

I’ve been true

Your horrid life caught up to you

I’ve got bruises you can’t see

If there’s a God,

Take him from me