Going to Long John Silvers

[Brownlie]

I’m going to Long John Silvers, where I’ll blow my brains away.
Holy lord almighty, what a hell of a day.
 
Got caught up in a hook and snag,
and I lost some money at the old horse track,
guzzled down whiskey in the bright midday,
‘til the blinding sun blazoned bright dismay.
 
I’m going to Long John Silvers, where I’ll blow my brains away.
Holy lord almighty, what a hell of a day.
 
Said to myself I wouldn’t turn on the car,
but the liquor store didn’t seem that far,
took off my mirror swiping a mailbox,
then I slithered home to a couple big shots.
 
I’m going to Long John Silvers, where I’ll blow my brains away.
Holy lord almighty, what a hell of a day.
 
Drenched myself, made my lips real dry,
and I gasped out slow that I’m ready to die,
reached in the sock where I kept my glock,
decided just to end all the guilt in one shot.
 
I’m going to Long John Silvers, where I’ll blow my brains away.
Holy lord almighty, what a hell of a day.
 
I’m going to Long John Silvers, on the congested freeway,
going to Long John Silvers, all you swimming fish make way,
I’m going away, I’ve decided my fate,
determined the time when I’ll lay prostrate.
 
I’m going to Long John Silvers, where I’ll blow my brains away.
Holy lord almighty, what a hell