To The Brink

Dad drank vino till the end day and night

Just like Grandpa swigged hillbilly moonshine

They got hooked on the buzzing in their brains

Gramps drove drunk but our Pappy towed the line

It's not the hooch that brings us to the brink

But how hard and fast we quaff the sauce

Drunkenness does not mean an early grave

But mindlessness oft leaves men at a loss