What did I have in my long drunken years? Trouble and turmoil devastation and tears I could never see it was King Alcohol That fed on my fears and made me feel small
The beach is beautiful below a dusky sky tonight A haven for romantic interludes and loves' delights A last gull swoops above before taking nightly rest
My ancestors gave me very peculiar genes I found out about this when I was in my teens When all of my friends were starting to shave And chest hair was sprouting like a man from a cave