A mouth full of teeth and a head full of brains
Each morning, the soft rush of blood in my veins
The lips taste, the feet walk, a heart pounds within
But I'm barely human after one gla** of gin.
What footprints are these in the fresh fallen snow?
And what kind of creature has hurt my wife so?
Who kicked down the front door?
I must have been gone...
I'm barely human from twilight 'til dawn.
She's fed up, she's leaving, and this time, for real
But the thirst in my body is all I can feel
So slowly the clock turns, 'til night falls at last
If I'm barely human, I can still lift the gla**.
With one sip, the gin hits, and wipes my head clean
And it brings me a vision: a boy of 15
His eyes raised to heaven, his heart strong and brave
But I'm barely human as I fall to my grave.