Sitting here wasted and wounded At this old piano Trying hard to capture The moment this morning I don't know 'Cause a bottle of Vodka's still lodged in my head And some blonde gave me nightmares Think that she's still in my bed As I dream about movies They won't make of me when I'm dead With an ironclad fist I wake up and french kiss the morning While some marching band keeps its own beat i..
