Hymn for the Plastered

Hymn for the Plastered

I’m a drunk I’m trying to be a dad

Sit n stew get drunk before work

Hoping that these 8 hours wear off

Forgetting I have children looking at a lost father

Wake up in the sins that I deliver

Toss and turn my hip my shoulder are tender

I’m a drunk just like my father who I swear I would never be

I wish I wasn’t writing this but this is who I am

So I follow in the footsteps of my father

Trying to be a real dad

But everywhere I turn I go back to sin

I want to break free from the demons that follow me

Hope you’re listening you don’t want to end up like me

Let this be a hymn to those who are suffering