Before The Whisky Does

Like a crazy old fool
I drink the whisky down,
Glass after glass,
Until I fall down to the ground,
And you mock me when I'm drunk,
You say I drink too much,
But hey, you're gonna kill me
Before the whisky does.

Barrooms and bedrooms
Are where I always see your face,
Contorted and distorted
In agonizing pain.
Sex, like drunken violence
Left in a memory or sorts.
The morning always brings regret
Before the whisky does.

A very long time ago
When I first held your hand,
Your face was always smiling,
Your mood was always calm
In the presence of my company,
Long before the angry flood
Of misery that's killing me,
Before the whisky does.

I sank into your vanity
Like a fool falls for a trap,
Caught in the web of sordid screams
Your selfishness debauched,
My morals hit the whirlpool
Of irretrievable love,
A pain that racks my body
Before the whisky does.

Sure I'm an alcoholic,
I got a problem with the booze,
It may help me forget you
But it won't take away the blues,
For I wake up in the morning
Reeling from the buzz
Of heartbreak that is killing me,
Before the whisky does.

Oh what happened to the fairytale
Romance that we once had?
When did all the flowers die
To bury their petals in the sand?
When will rainbows chase the storm clouds
That rain down from above?
Oh Lord give me an answer
Before the whisky does.