Visit to Hell's Kitchen: Poor Me:
It wasn't until he was back in the States that Bruce heard word that there'd been a film crew at the Tippery the night he'd gone [especially given how
narrow the place had been] and they'd caught him and the boys singing...and the first he was hearing about it was from his
mother, who'd heard it first from Cat.
So as he sat there, face burning in his hands, the roar of his father in the background as he was forced to listen to the video as it played on the big screen.
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Well, how'd I lose my job? Drinking at the pub.
How'd I end up at the clink? Had too much to drink.
My wife and daughter perished diseased and malnourished. Poor me. Poor me. Pour me another drink.
Well, how did I get so low? Drinking and feeling woe. My friends and family are gone, Left me here alone to moan.
I know I messed up bad, But can't seem to shake the sad. Drinking won't bring them back, But it's the only thing that takes off the slack.
I need to turn my life around, Stop this pain that I have found. I'll choose a different path, No more drowning my sorrows in that glass.
So let's raise our glasses with a cheer, To a new beginning, without fear. My future is still bright. Let's drink to a sober night.
Well, how'd I lose my job? Drinking at the pub.
How'd I end up at the clink? Had too much to drink.
My wife and daughter perished diseased and malnourished. Poor me. Poor me. Pour me another drink.
I'm taking control, one day at a time, Putting down the bottle, I'm feeling just fine.
I'll never forget the ones I lost, But I'll honor them by paying the cost.
I'll be a better man, without the alcohol, No more stumbling, no more fall.
So if you find yourself in my shoes, Don't make the same mistake, don't refuse.
Put down that drink, and pick up your life, Take the first step, end the strife.
Together we'll rise up and take back control, No more poor me's, no more toll.
So let's raise a glass once more, Here's to our future, here's to closing that door.
To a brighter tomorrow, free of despair, To a life worth living, we're almost there.
So cheers to you, cheers to me, Let's keep on going, let's keep on being free.
Well, how'd I lose my job? Drinking at the pub.
How'd I end up at the clink? Had too much to drink.
My wife and daughter perished diseased and malnourished. Poor me. Poor me. Pour me another drink.
Just when it seemed I had it all, The temptations of the bottle did call.
My willpower was strong, but not enough, I drank too much and fell in the rough.
The old habits had crept back in, And once again, I was lost in that sin.
I know it's not the answer, I know it's not the cure, But it feels like the only way to endure.
So let's raise that glass again, To the good times, to the end.
Take me back to a simpler day, Where things were easy, where I could play.
Forgive me for my weakness, forgive me for my doubt, I'll try again tomorrow, I won't pout.
But for tonight, I'll drown my sorrows, Just one last drink, before tomorrow.
Well, how'd I lose my job? Drinking at the pub.
How'd I end up at the clink? Had too much to drink.
My wife and daughter perished diseased and malnourished. Poor me. Poor me. Pour me another drink.~
The others in the bars who were cheering at him, asking for a live encore, did nothing for his current state of...embarrassment as his mother continued to pointedly stare at him down with a look of mild disapproval.
A/N: Supposed to give the same vibe as that one scene in The Other Guys.
