Oh I walk, down that Old Plank Road Limp past riff raff buildings, where machines feed the speeds and gears of war Crawled out something half human, looks like an elderly man Brown paper bag bottle squeezed tween the stumps on his hand He called young fella help an old man Take a drink before I die You can join me if you wanna, see you shakin' hands your bloody eyes I know at night ya cry Woah I won't get drunk no more Till you shove that bottle down my throat Oh I won't get drunk no more Tried to find some peace in his blank bloodshot eyes