For all the misery is turning the ground up
As old as the grave
As old as the grave and
For the misery is turning the ground up
As old as the grave
As old as the grave

Father, you're drunk
Easy now
Only the bottle sees your best in worst
Mother, an ocean
Is raining down
Still you got them eyes from thirst

You lay yourself down the bullet to the brain
And all the world's words can't tell you that you're sane
Homeless beneath
The devil's moon
Find comfort in the dirt
I don't get down
No, I check in the dream in whilst I work

And you lay yourself down the bullet to the brain
And all the world's words can't tell you that you're sane 
And you lay yourself down the bullet to the brain
And all the world's words can't tell you that you're sane, sane, sane

All the misery is turning the ground up
As old as the grave
As old as the grave and
For all the misery is turning the ground up
As old as the grave
As old as the grave 

For the misery is turning the ground up
As old as the grave
As old as the grave and
For the misery is turning the ground up
As old as the grave
As old as the grave

Father, you're drunk