A stinking sun burned me awake
Through the shattered windowpane
I recalled through the eyes of claret red

He had taken me again
And the hair of the dog revives me
But I find it hard to swallow

It's a marriage made in heaven between me and the bottle

A thousand words fell through my hands

And the room just spinned
This sodden mattress holds my heart
And he cradles my regrets

I'll read it once again
For he knows that I'll not follow
It's a marriage of convenience between me and the bottle


So King Alcohol's come back
With the traffic's mournful cry

And he swaggers, drunk and skinful
Through my throat all parched and dry
And if I should die before I wake

I pray the Lord my soul to take
Then I could rest
And never wake again in sorrow

It's a marriage on the rocks between me and the bottle