Oh I walk, down that Old Plank Road
Limp past riff raff buildings, where machines feed the speeds and gears of war
Crawled out something half human, looks like an elderly man
Brown paper bag bottle squeezed tween the stumps on his hand
He called young fella help an old man
Take a drink before I die
You can join me if you wanna, see you shakin' hands your bloody eyes
I know at night ya cry
Woah I won't get drunk no more
Till you shove that bottle down my throat
Oh I won't get drunk no more
Tried to find some peace in his blank bloodshot eyes