Rock Bottom and the Grim Reaper

Rock Bottom

Reaper man, Reaper man, come knock at my door.

I can’t take the pains of this life any more.

I’ve fought so many battles and won not a one.

I don’t even know where my next meal will come from.

I haven’t had a job since I don’t know when.

The stray dog that comes by is my only friend.

The rent’s overdue. My wife and kids have left me.

Oh, Reaper man, I beg you, please come set me free.

If I had something left to sell that had any value

I’d buy me a bottle and drink ‘til it’s through.

But the bottom of the bottles have consumed my life.

They cost me my home, my kids, and my wife.

I lost my license when I wrecked my car into a tree.

I was charged with drunk driving, took ninety days to go free.

I’ve had bad luck, time after time.

I know it’s my fault I don’t have a dime.

I’ve prayed to God with no answers to see.

Oh please, Reaper man, come set me free.

Release me from this living hell that I live.

My life’s the last thing I have left to give.
Stanley Victor Paskavich