15 July 2012

I'd had a bad week Had a lot of drinking to do Wanted to drop my troubles At the door of 'The Anchor Blue'

I had 3 lagers, 4 JD and cokes Followed by 5 vodka shots The troubles were fading fast And the barmaid was looking hot

All my troubles in a glass Were gliding down my throat Upon the haze of a drunk All my blues began to float

I did not want to talk All I wanted was to drink I wanted it, just a memory I didn't want to think

I was rooted by the bar For my feet could not move My mind and body turned to jelly My brain was in a drunken groove

I continued on my drink quest Until the bar was closed Out into the night air My mind and body froze

I passed out by a bush My drunken self had sinned My troubles made me be Three sheets to the wind

misslittleDHPThree Sheets To The Wind • Opuss № I