Текст песни Alcohol - The Kinks Christmas Concert, 1977 - The Kinks

Here's a story about a sinner
He used to be a winner
Who enjoyed a life of prominence and position
But the pressures at the office
And his socialite engagements
And his selfish wife's fanatical ambition
It turned him to the booze
And he got mixed up with a floosie
And she led him to a life of indecision
The floosie made him spend his dole
She left him lying on Skid Row
A drunken lag in some Salvation Army Mission
It's such a shame
Oh, demon alcohol
Sad memories I cannot recall
Who thought I would say, damn it all
And blow it all
Oh, demon alcohol
Memories I cannot recall
Who thought I would fall
A slave to demon alcohol
Sad memories I cannot recall
Who thought I would fall
A slave to demon alcohol
Barley wine, pink gin
He'll drink anything
Port, pernod or tequila
Rum, scotch, vodka on the rocks
As long as all his troubles disappeared
But he messed up his life
Went and beat up his wife
And the floosie's gone and found another sucker
She's gonna turn him on to drink
She's gonna lead him to the brink
And when his money's gone, she'll leave him in the gutter
It's such a shame
Oh, demon alcohol
Sad memories I cannot recall
Who thought I would say, damn it all
And blow it all
Sad memories I cannot recall
Who thought I would fall
A slave to demon alcohol