From the album The Jumping Flea

Lyrics

Bad Sex and Good Whiskey

Your mother was a beauty
Your father he was rich
But your father was brutal
And your mother was a bitch
Between the drunken punches
And the cold distain
Bad sex and good whiskey
They let you down again

Your swanky education
At the convent school
Was total subjugation
Under the iron rule
Of the little sisters
Of Mary Magdalene
Bad sex and good whiskey
Let you down again

Bad sex and good whiskey
Let you down again
Bad sex and good whiskey
Let you down again

You blew in like a whirlwind
Making up lost time
You left a pile of broken hearts
And one of them was mine
Aggravated all the women
And bedded all the men
Bad sex and good whiskey
Let you down again

Chorus

Sometimes when I’m wistful
I think about your fate
Maybe I could have saved you
Maybe it was too late
It could have been a stranger
It could have been a friend
Bad sex and good whiskey
They let you down again

Chorus

© The Curst Sons 2014