• Wont you stop,
    Daddy dearest?
    Why do you drink so much?
    Your breath smells like whiskey.
    The same whiskey that gives you a devil's toungue.
    The whiskey that caused my bruises,
    And makes you so cold.
    Can't you see my tears,
    My father so dear?
    Can you not see,
    What you are doing to me?
    Why do you love that bottle more than me?
    Ahh,
    The bottle has finally sung you to sleep.
    Now you lay at my feet,
    As cold as that bottle,
    And under death's gentle sheet.