Sin & Vice

This is a love letter to sin and vice,
To the gin and the whiskey,  
The women, the wine,
The lovely things that make cold nights less cruel.
Here's to passionate poisons that cloud the mind,
That make us forget, and remember too well,
That make us laugh and make us cry
When simply nothing else will.
Here's to good company, good times,
To once beautiful moments turned ugly mistakes,
To a life well lived, filled with lust and excess
And covered with the scars that make us men.
A toast, I say! A grandiose toast
To the recesses and dark corners where we collect our shame,
Black places cramped with things better forgotten
that rarely ever are.
Come my friends, no time to waste,
Let's have a drink, a smoke, a lay,
Let's scream into the empty night,
Let's take the drugs to dull the pain.