I’ve worn this proud old uniform
For thirty years and more
You’d think I’d have a hold on life
And that I’d know the score

But years of dealing with life’s crap
Has left me in a fog
I’ve numbed my brain with alcohol
Now shackled to the grog

Sad when I’m drunk
As night time falls
Bad words all full of strife
A pity for all present
Most especially my wife

At break of day
Harsh words at play
As she gets out of bed
It’s hard to say you’re sorry
When you don’t know what you’ve said

I love you dear
Please have no fear
You’re more than just a wife
I never meant to hurt you
For you are my very life

I’ll do my best to cut it down
To pull back from the brink
But doubt is there and deep despair
I’m shackled to the drink

Clemo