Lyrics Those Poor Bastards

Those Poor Bastards

Drunk With Fear

And all the filth upon the floor

from days and weeks, and years before

remind me of my mothers face

I'm drunk with fear

The war has come and I will go

to watch the rain in burning snow

they say it's easy, hell ...

I'm drunk with fear

The choir stands to sing a hymn

the walls, they crack, a man walks in

he's standing there knee deep in sin

I'm drunk with fear

I cower down behind my chair

I got my gun hidden there

I lock and load and whisper prayers

I'm drunk with fear

Drunk with fear

sick with dread

this war is endless

lord above

lord below

I ain't never felt so

I ain't never felt so low

Remember Jim from down the street?

I watched him crawl, I watched him creep

I watched him die like butchered meat

I'm drunk with fear

And then there's Hal, remember him?

He taught my brother how to swim

I watched some folks dismember him

I'm drunk with fear

I'm drunk with fear

yeah, I'm drunk with fear

I'm drunk with fear