BOUT OF SOBRIETY With a little red wine beneath my belt, I breathe breath that can melt the paint off doors. A tongue to strip the polish off a parquet floor.... smooth. Wake up in the morning with a concertina cough, my coke-encrusted lungs a fluttering like a pigeon loft. Brown-top-fingers fumble for the 1st days fag: stick it in my face and (cough) What a drag. Once my skin was soft as a hard-boiled egg. I held the whole wide globe in the palm of my leg. I was the clear-eyed pride of an upright man, now I?m a downright sot-of-a-son and that?s sad. But I?m trying real hard, think I?ve served my time in the purple-stained arms of the daughter of the vine. I?d like to settle down, but first I gotta settle up with the understanding man in the embalming-fluid shop. ?Cos I got swingin? jowls, a puke-box and an ulcer, my ole arteries are hardening just fine - Do It. That sounded so authentic, like to thank you Bubs & Ric for your wholesome Country fiddlin? and I love the way you pick your noses while you?re waiting: Will there be another take? I hope not ?cos I?m knackered and I?m dying for a snakes. Get home early morning and I throw myself in bed, asleep my mouth wide-open me woman thinks I?m dead. She kicks me, I start gruntin?, she knows that I?m alright, disgusting in the darkness, I?ve been boozin? thru? the night. Yeah, I?m snorin? like a rhino, she gives a little dig, I roll onto my side and I start (snooorrrt) like a pig. Now she starts to rabbit, you should hear the way she talks. ?You see so many bottles, why don?t you get yourself a cork!? Gotta glass in my hand/gotta bottle gonna guzzle/gotta stop/gotta go maybe buy myself a muzzle.