Brown skin and a bottle of whiskey
I take you in and lay you down
And you say - will you love me in the morning?
When the morning comes i'll not be found
I drive you home
I feel so empty
My skin it crawls
From what i have done
And you say- will you love me tomorrow?
And you know- tomorrow never comes
I see you there just a few years later
A skinny boy hanging from your side
You say your end is due
But i'll pay you later
(?)
Brown skin and a bottle of whiskey
I take you in and lay you down
And you say- will you love me in the morning?
When you know- in the morning i'll not be found