This is a story of a fall
Of someone who had power
In a life too rich in position,
But with the stress of the job,
With social obligations,
And a wife with fanatical ambitions,
He set to drinking
And got entangled with a hussy
Who led him to a life lacking moral limits
But the floozy squandered his money
And left him in the gutter
Another drunk in a peddlery, like all the bums.
Alas, what a pity!
Oh, demon alcohol,
I don't have memories, my head is empty
Who would have believed
That from a man I turn into this freak?
Oh, demon alcohol,
I don't have memories, my head is empty.
Lacking control,
Slave to the demon alcohol.
I don't have memories, my head is empty.
Lacking control,
Slave to the demon alcohol.
Another wine or gin
He drank what he could,
Spirits, plum brandy, bottoms up,
Rum, scotch, imported vodka,
As long as he drowns his sorrow in them.
But he was a lost man, when he beat his wife,
The floozy left and found herself another man.
She always urged him on to drink
She led him toward ruin
But when the money went away.
She left him in the ditch.
Alas, what a pity!
Oh, demon alcohol,
I don't have memories, my head is empty.
Who would have believed
That from a man I become this freak
I don't have memories, my head is empty.
Lacking control,
Slave to the demon alcohol.