Debauchery Blues

Debauchery Blues

Can’t find the phone in my pocket,
and my girl’s mad as hell.
Can’t find the wallet in my back pocket,
and my girl’s mad as hell.
I been up all night with other women
and my girl knows it well.

Smell like the fumes from a cigarette toke,
face all full of scratches.
I smell like perfume and cigarette smoke
and vomit on my jacket.
She asks me am I worth her time
and I ain’t got an answer.

She leavin’ me cold in my lonely bones,
and now I got nobody.
She leavin’ me cold, cold as bones
that been without a body.
I got me my glass and my bottle of rye;
don’t need no drinkin’ buddy.

Here’s a toast to the day I lost my soul,
may it burn forever in hell.
And here’s to the day I gave up the ghost,
may it burn forever in hell.
I’d trade my faith for women and rye
and the devil knows it well.

by Ryan Dowling

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