Alcoholic Alphabets

Sometimes I wonder if I ever make my marks;
Something to be remembered by at the end of our days.
Loosin hold of my life at the boozin society;
Alcoholic alphabets make no marks but surely make the way.

Searchin for myself from the looking glass;
but he´s too far away...
and there I´ve made my marks on my panties;
Again it seem to be just another alcoholiday...

Somewhere I stood proud my back agaist the wall;
with raised fist resisting all the years gone by.
Now an alien in an alien society;
trying to scrape his marks before it´s time to die.

Searching for myself from the future passed;
but he´s nowhere to be found;
and there I´ve made my marks on my panties;
I´m an alcohollow man on an alcoholyground...

Searching for myself from the unhappy masses;
and I think I saw him feastin on;
and there I´ve made my marks on my panties;
Trying to cope with the fact I´m just alcoholding on...