wino

there's a teardrop in my whiskey
geminis on teevee
can't comprehend what i believe
the whirled it goes in circles
the penny train has lost
fighting with the house wives
to determine the cost
freezer burn in april
cool as calm in july
i open the door, there is no shed of  a lie
the night it waits so patiently
not even thoughts inside my head
going around in circles
hell, the showboats dead
peering through her vaccum
the lumber lady has said
no fault of mine dear
i'm just selling bread
the kindest treat me nicely
the 1% is a shame
what i do without my honey
makes me literally go insane
the theatre opens daily
for noon and midnight drinks
only opened for the scrooge
who sits back and thinks
money made of paper
dollars made of sand
this ol' boy will make it
he just has to stand
so cry, cry, cry
a virgin mother does portray
think about the loss we have
never let go of dismay
the winter months are heavy
the time of the month is near
when all the way goes neither
and the absence has been made
little words in Paris
shining down on me
the french they have the lot of it
sometimes they get things for free
a wino in a pulpit
praying to the words of God
appreciating his being
until once again he's drunk
but the wino is society
drunk off power, lust and fame
walk down the street in the morning
find out what's really been made
hold back so patiently
the end is coming soon
i count one two three
and then the words are mighty obsolete
carefree shopping in the malls
the money spent
the curse has fell
a family stays warm
we pity the poor
they've been saved
the country doesn't hold back
this is all too much sound
i need to record an eight track