He'd get home at five-thirty
Fix a drink, and sit down in his chair
Pick a fight with momma
Complain about the kids getting in his hair
At night he'd sit alone and smoke
I'd see the frown behind the lighters flame
Now that same frowns in my mirror
I got my daddy's blood, inside my veins

Fish swim, birds fly
Daddy’s yell, momma’s cry
Old men, sit and think
I Drink

Chicken TV dinners
Six minutes on defrost, three on high
Beer to wash it down with, then another
Some whiskey on the side
It's not so bad alone here
It don't bother me that every nights the same
I don't need another lover, hanging around
Trying to make me change

Fish swim, birds fly
Lovers leave, by and by
Old men, sit and think
I Drink

I know, what I am
But I don't, I just don't give a damn

Fish swim, birds fly
Daddy’s yell, momma’s cry
Old men, sit and think
I Drink

I Drink