Alfie

There's a lot on my mind at the moment, a lot of hatred. I'm going to try and take a step away from it, though, and busy myself writing sweet nothings in a tight structure.


I'll flash a grin and pour a drink.
The blood-scent heady, clear and strong.
Let's drown our sorrows and not think.

The clientele have fresh grave-stink.
Among them I do not belong.
I'll flash a grin and pour a drink.

And all these beauties, dressed in mink.
All these beauties laugh so wrong.
Let's drown our sorrows and not think.

But you, my angel on the brink.
Your words are tired, clapped-out song.
I'll flash a grin and pour a drink.

And though your flesh still holds some pink,
I know your life-blood hasn't long.
I'll flash a grin and pour a drink.
Let's drown our sorrows and not think.