DESTROYER
One shot, two shots, three shots, four,
Five shots, six shots, then some more.
Get fucked up and hit the floor.
Watch your wife walk out the door.
Smoke up, snort up, shoot up drugs,
Spend your time with gangsters and thugs.
Dodge accusations with nods and shrugs
And sweep that shit under the rug.
There’s no problem here, my friend.
There’s no help that you can send.
I am nowhere near the end
Of the self-destruction I intend.