A stinking sun burned me awake
Through the shattered windowpane
I recalled through eyes of claret red
He had taken me again
And the hair of the dog revives me
But I find it hard to swallow
It's a marriage made in heaven between me and the bottle
A thousand thoughts come back
And the room just spins
This sodden mattress holds my head
and it cradles my regrets
I hear him once again
But he knows that I'll not follow
It's a marriage of convenience between me and the bottle
Now king alcohol comes back
With his static and his pride
And he wanders, drunk and skinful,
Through my throat all parched and dry
And if I should die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take
Then I could rest
And never wake again
In sorrow
It's a marriage on the rocks between me and the bottle