Whisky and Wine

Irish blood and English heart
That's where the trouble seems to start
A hopeless child always howling at the moon
Emotion going through the roof

Regret is such a commonplace these days
Making a habit of disgrace
Always drinking mixing whisky into wine
Anything to pass the time

Wake up every morning with a pounding in the head
It's getting to the point where you'll be leaving
You'll be leaving me for dead

Well go and cry yourself to sleep
I'll be writing while you weep
Hearing voices seeing figures in the dark
Laughing at what's under these scars

And I've got blood upon my hands
I'm a disappointing man
But I'll admit it and I'll show you to the door
Before I pass out on the floor

Wake up every morning with a pounding in the head
It's getting to the point where you'll be leaving
You'll be leaving me for dead

Oh you know I love you
But I've been running out of hope
Oh you know I love you
I think it's time for me to go
Oh you know I love you
But I've been running out of hope
Oh you know I love you
I think it's time for me to go

Wake up every morning with a pounding in the head
It's getting to the point where you'll be leaving
You'll be leaving me for dead