Lyrics

Just a pisshead, I suppose

Could have had it on a plate
But I was tired and it was late
When the morning came around the kitchen was closed
In times of plenty, times of stuff
I could never get quite enough
Something missing, supposition
Just a pisshead, I suppose

Combed hair, shiny shoes
Clean shirt rarely used
You can dress up a bum in working man's clothes
But he will stumble and he will spill
Always done so and always will
He be trying but running dry and
He's just a pisshead, I suppose

You can lead a man to water
But you cannot make him think
That it's a spirit and it's going to save him
When you're trying to push him in

Had a woman, she was fine
Gave me kisses sweet as wine
But all my loving don't count for nothing
I'm just a pisshead, I suppose.