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This is another old one... pre-amnesia... maybe '06... and I was so thrilled when it came back to me... amazingly enough, my old bandmate, Jerm, found a hand-written copy of it a few days after... and with the exception of a few minor revisions and edits, my recollection of it was spot on... not bad for brain cells that have been effectively dead and severed for 13 years... they've been training for this with every binge drinking session since middle school... anyways, this is my punk rock tragedy ballad.
The Day The Bar Ran Out of Scotch
It all started in the morning when I woke up
Still hungover from getting drunk last night
A stiff neck from sleeping on the couch again
And a black eye from getting in a fight
Then my girlfriend, she tells me that it's over
That she can't go on living with a punk
It's not that we didn't love each other
More like she couldn't stand to see me always drunk
[Chorus]
So I place all my hope in tomorrow
But today, today can rot in hell
I want bourbon to wash away my sorrows
But I'm drinking scotch and I'm sure it works as well
So by noon, I'm back at the apartment
Where another surprise was left in store
All our shit is piled on the front porch
And an eviction notice plastered to the door
And then at 2, I'm stranded on the road side
Because my car, well it ran out of gas
I called my boss, he told me I was fired
That was the straw that got shoved up the camel's ass
[Chorus]
So I place all my hope in tomorrow
But today, today can rot in hell
I want bourbon to wash away my sorrows
But I'm drinking scotch and I'm sure it works as well
So now I'm down on my luck at The Hideaway [or insert local venue/bar name here]
Where I'm playing my songs just for beer
No matter how many better days I've seen
I'll always seem to crawl my way back here
And all these people want to talk about their problems
But today I just can't lend my fucking ear
I want bourbon to muffle all their bullshit
But I'll humor them for shots of scotch and beer
[Chorus]
So I place all my hope in tomorrow
But today, today can rot in hell
I want bourbon to wash away my sorrows
But I'm drinking scotch and I'm sure it works as well
11:40 get a DUI, arrested
And I don't have any cash for bail
But it's midnight, thank god it's finally over
And tomorrow... I'll be better off... in jail
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