Label On The Bottle

 

The label on the bottle told me it was strong

But I drank it all night anyway

And didn’t think that I’d done wrong

 

It made me very happy in a lightheaded sort of way

It was deep amber in colour

And I would regret it all next day

 

It burned the back of my throat as a sipped the evil brew

It smelt of cinnamon and spice

And bit by bit my confusion grew

 

I couldn’t walk a straight line no matter how I tried

I was asked if it was bad for me

And of course I stumbled and lied

 

On the way home I fell over in a big untidy mess

And couldn’t get up to my feet

And to be honest couldn’t care less

 

So I dragged myself into a churchyard and went to sleep upon a grave

I thought the stone bed was uncomfortable

This was no way to behave

 

The label on the empty bottle was staring me in the face

When I woke up next morning

In my fallen state of grace

 

I pledged to all that’s holy that I’d give up drink right away

So I’m lying damned in a cemetery

Under clouds threatening and grey

 

I stripped that label from the bottle and I took it home with me

Stuck it to my bedroom mirror

Where I knew that I would see

 

The next time I was getting ready and brushing at my hair

It had fallen off onto the floor

And joined the hundreds lying there