This lyric is: #306

Pull The Cork
(Words & Music: © 1994 by Mark S. Moody)

(Chorus)
Pull the cork off that bottle, once again
Be it scotch, bourbon, vodka, or rot-gut gin
As I come to, and the memory floods my mind,
Quick, pull the cork off that bottle one more time

I.
Shut the shade on that window, it's too bright
The sunshine burns my eyes, there's too much light
In the darkness I can hide, with the bottle by my side
So, quick, shut the shade on that window, and turn out the light

II.
Lock the door, don't dare answer...it's just the wind
Or maybe Tom, Dick, or Harry, or some other fair weather friend
So many have come and gone, Lord, I know they are not real
So, quick, lock the door, don't dare answer, they're here to steal

(Chorus)

III.
Take the mirror off the wall, that can't be me
So thin, so pale, so lost a man I see
Yeah, the bottle's won, I'm on the run, escaping in a lie
So, quick, take the mirror off the wall before I cry

IV.
Check the cabinets, there's got to be a stash somewhere
Pull the drawers, look on the floors, under the chairs
My mind's out of control, Lord, it burns my very soul
So, quick, check the cabinets, where did that bottle go?

(Chorus and out)


[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-02-2002).]

Mark S. Moody