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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,323
Peak in subgenre #726
Author
Sun Zoo
Rights
2006
Uploaded
January 20, 2006
Track Files
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 2:44
Lyrics
It was barely 8 o'clock when he stepped in the store
An old man, with his back to me, next to the door
He looked fragile and poor, I forget what he wore
But he was shaking, he could barely take a step on the floor
I looked at my boss like, "What the fuck should I do?
This is an island, there's no hospital to run the man to."
But my boss didn't seem to even notice the dude
Though he was looking sick, shaken, beaten, broken and used
So I stood there, and as the man walked up to me
It was obvious the dude found it hard just to breathe
I was figuring he suffered from some awful disease
When he concentrated, looked into my eyes, and said "Please,"
"Do you think you might have any whiskey in back?"
I gestured to a shelf: "Sorry, all we got now is that."
He looked sad, but like he already knew
It didn't matter, he went to the shelf and found eighty proof
The bottle of vodka shook, though he gripped with both hands
He placed it on the counter, but he couldn't get it to stand
And knocked it over, then I took it, while the register scanned
I watched him and I could see he was ashamed of his hands
He finally walked out the door with the drink in his mitts
And I watched him out the window, still thinking he's sick
He climbed in his old truck, almost licking his lips
Before he drove off, I watched him take a swig of the shit
By the time my boss tells me, I can see what it is
The man was shaking so badly 'cause he needed a drink
And what's worse, my boss said, is that his wife doesn't know
So half the bottle will be gone by the time he gets home
He'll just keep buying liquor every day till he's broke
My boss finished, then he walked away and left me no hope
But I guess you see a lot if you're owning the store
That sells booze in a town mostly broken and poor
Where half the population lives serving the rich
And the other half mostly makes their earnings in fish
Being subservient is probably never good for your health
And I should know, I worked there as a servant myself
And I can understand after days of polishing brass
And keeping dust off of the nice shit that you'll never have
How it's so easy to become broken, bitter, and sad
And want to sip a little vodka just to get out of that
And then a sip becomes another sip, or maybe a glass
Maybe a few if it's enough for you to break with your past
Till every day you're buying liquor just to save being sad
You probably don't even notice till you're shaking as bad
As the man in the store, 'cause you're needing a drink
To get through the day and function, and even to think
Until it's worth hiding things from your wife and your kids
Just to distract yourself from how miserable your life is
And this same kind of story can be found all around
How crack kills in the ghetto booze kills in small towns
And if it ain't booze, it's probably cigarettes or scratch tickets
Spending grocery money on them for the chance to cash in it
Same faces every day, same games is getting played
So shit, ain't no surprise it all goes the same way
Listen close, becuase this could affect all of you
This is the same shit I fucking lost my grandfather to
You probably didn't know him, but you know someone else
Who plays the lotto and drinks when all that money could help
Them buy themselves their next meal or a better education
Or some far more productive way of escaping
I gotta get away, gotta escape
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