would you try could you buy a new drink for the old drunk it s no crime to resign misery with a bottle you walked into town without making a sound and you slipped and you slammed your face into the crowd as you tried to forget all the words that were said to deny all the things that you keep in your head when you came you were new but today you re much older you were spent so you went to get used in the corner where they kicked you around like a rodeo clown and it echoed through town they were beating you down and as they spread the word that you liked how it hurt all at once you were cause for a pitiful cure hours pass by half forgotten night turns black cause it s rotten and we slide right to the bottom our tongues made out of cotton eyes seal shut in a slumber til we hear someone mumble could you spare from the tumbler a new drink for the old drunk now you waste all your days in the dark in the corner without light without grace where you wait for the slaughter where they spit in your face as the hours grow late and they laugh as they lie and then seal up your fate and you cringe as you binge to forget how you hate all the doom in this pitiful room you create hours pass by half forgotten night turns black cause it s rotten and we slide right to the bottom our tongues made out of cotton eyes seal shut in a slumber til we hear someone mumble could you spare from the tumbler a new drink for the old drunk