Gutbucket Blues

Guzzling the rot gut

Binging on the putrefied swill

Total ******* mind rot

Blind drunk and

I’m dying to kill

So ******* loaded

I can’t get off the floor

Three sheets are to the wind and

I’m going for four

I’m a total wreck, gotta lay off the booze

And on top of that,

I can’t find my shoes

But what can you do?

Gutbucket

Blues!!! Waking in a cold sweat

Feels like

I need a new brain

Overdid the

Rot Gut And now

I’m in incredible pain

Retching up the effluvial brews

Cursing my existence through a river of spew

Fishy smelling bile to recycle and use

And I could really use a drink when

I’m through

But what can you do?

Gutbucket

Blues!!!