I 

 Dad is drunk, dad is dead

before he passed out 

he hit mom in the head

with an empty gin bottle 

he's a dangerous man

even when he's so drunk 

that he can't even stand

d

Drink up, boys

don't you drink it slow

nobody knows 

when they've got to go down

d

d

     II 

It's after midnight 

& he's taken the car

& I'm down on my knees

praying in the front yard

oh daddy, please 

don't ever come home

why can't you go away 

& leave us all alone

d

Drink up, boys . . .

d

        III             

I wake up cold 

as gravel explodes

& he's banging on the wall

cursing at us all

you're the devil or my daddy 

I don't know which

I wish you'd die tonight 

you son of a bitch 

Drink up, boys . . .

copyright words & music Luke Powers

for Phoebe Claire Publishing, LLC  2001