Sugar In My Whiskey

 
I'd be fooling myself if I said that things weren't bad 
and I'd be a liar if I claimed to be more happy than sad 
and I know blood must spill in one more useless fight 
but hard rocking truth ain't the kind of music I need tonight 

I need sugar in my whiskey 
sweets with my sour beer 
I don't care if it's wimpy 
that's what this old boy wants to hear 

Well, I take their shit like a man, you know they serve it to me every day 
I swallow my pride, step aside and try to stay out of harm's way 
but I will never let those bastards get me down 
'cause with my bitter pills I take a candy coated sound 

Talking 'bout sugar in my whiskey 
sweets with my sour beer 
I don't care if it's wimpy 
that's what this old gang wants to hear 

Too much shooting and raping 
and you feel like escaping 
don't do yourself in 
just hop in my ride and we'll go for spin 
to a cool little shack that's drowning in gin 

Sometimes I cut and run but it seems I never get too far 
I ain't got one plug nickel, baby, how do you expect me to gas up my car? 
at least I got enough to pay my tab, especially if somebody gives me a hand 
and when I get high I get up and make a request of the band 

Sugar in my whiskey 
honey in my sour beer 
I don't care if it's wimpy 
that's what this old fart's got to hear

J. Stacey/Stabro Music BMI, ©1991

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