I say, my, my slow decent
Into alcoholism it went
To my head, where I really need it

With the views that remain untreated

I say my, my, my, my slow decent

Into alcoholism it went...

Something like this song

Something like this song

Salvation holdout central...


I say my, ever loosening grip
On the commonest courtesies slipped

From my hands, where I really need her
When I need change for the parking meters


I say my, my, my, my slow decent
Into alcoholism it went...


Something like this song
Something like this song


Salvation holdout central...