The Slow Descent into Alcoholism

I say, my, my slow decent

Into alcoholism it went

To my head, where I really need it

With the views that remain untreated

I say my, my, my, my slow decent

Into alcoholism it went...

Something like this song

Something like this song

Salvation holdout central...

I say my, ever loosening grip

On the commonest courtesies slipped

From my hands, where I really need her

When I need change for the parking meters

I say my, my, my, my slow decent

Into alcoholism it went...

Something like this song

Something like this song

Salvation holdout central...