Crooked Fingers

I'm lazy, so other people will now speak for me, hence the brilliant lyrics of Eric Bachman and his band Crooked Fingers

hours slide by half forgotten/night turns black cause it's rotten

we slide right to the bottle/ our tongues made out of cotton

eyes sealed shut in a slumber/ till we hear someone mumble

could you spare from the tumbler/ a new drink for the old drunk

one of the most heartbraking and scathing songs ever written about the lives of alcoholics.