In his head
Long ago
Something snapped
Something broke
But he's got
A fermented solution
With the open side down
And the closed side up cheap tobacco filling his lungs
This guy's alright!
Another round on Rock Gut Charlie
He put his arm around me
And we sing: "turn the bottle upside-down
Why deal with life when you can drown your sorrow
And pray for no tomorrow"
In his head
The pain would cease whistling words through his teeth
He said, "listen to me my son
You can beat me black and blue
And i won't even blink there's just one thing that i ask of you
Don't call me Chuck
You stupid f**
Call me Rock Gut Charlie!"