A claw sharp as a razor pierces your skin,
That red liquor of hell pours once more and you know where you’ve been.
You fall onto your knees as the second claw sinks in,
You reach out and fall you miss the taste of that shitty cheap gin.
The claws pull on you and your skin rips and splits,
Your deformed body dragged through dirt and mud and you loose your wits.
Then you’re back again where you started,
The claws have saved you from death,
The claws have dragged you back to deaths door for the last time this time.