The bar is my church
Where I worship my sins
My liver, a martyr
Drowning in gin

I stumble down alleys
In the dead of the night
Seeking solace in shadows
And the glow of street lights

My words are my weapons
Sharp as racoon claws
I write of my demons
And the struggles of life

I drink to remember
And I drink to forget
My regrets and my failures
I drown in each glass I get

So raise up your glass
To the ones who don't fit
To the outcasts, the misfits
And the ones who won't quit