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Daddy is Drunk
I see tiny veins, bloodshot red
You're in a zombie-like trance
Your mind asleep, somewhat dead
Our fight is somewhat like a dance
You attack me with your fists
I with yells, curses, and screams
You're drunker than piss
The bitter reality crushes my dreams
If I had faltered even for a moment
Your hands would have siezed my throat
The smell of your Busch is so potent
As I think maybe I should jump the boat
But I'm a coward, I'm afraid
And maybe trusting you and Mom
Was always my biggest mistake
As my life ticks just like a bomb
