Grey Sunday

'Twas a dreary December morning, when a knock came on my door
My love confessed then to me that she could take no more
She said she care not love someone who drank to forget his pain
Then with a cold goodbye she slammed the door, then it soon began to rain

Well it's all the same, again my heart is shamed
when life is just shite all day and all night I'll just drink my time away
Fog then rain, and tomorrow's Christmas day
If I can survive this bottle tonight, should I start my life again?

For all my life I've been alone locked in this poisoned brain
seems the only key to set me free gets further every day
So here I sit on this barstool, as the pints and shots go down
now it's February 13th in this grey shithole of a town
And the weather always mocks my mood, as the rain pours down like tears
and I think I'll take a walk on the bridge when I've finished 13 beers

Well it's all the same, again my heart is shamed
when life is just shite all day and all night, I'll just drink my time away
Fog then rain, and tomorrow's valentine's day
If I should survive thru Saturday night, I can't face another grey sunday

Well it's all the same, forever my heart is shamed
when life is just shite all day and all night I just drink my time away
Aye or nay? Should I fly or should I stay?
If I should survive thru Saturday night I can't face another grey sunday