Old Black Spirit - Isidore, Steve Kilbey

Pour me a drink

I don’t know what I think

I just know that I hurt

And it keeps gettin' worse

And the worse that it gets

It kindles regrets

Make mine straight

It’s getting real late

We’re not talking much sense here

We’re on the defense here

And it burns as it goes down

Burning my memory to shadow

I’m gettin' real mad now

You’re just gettin' sad now

I guess that’s just too bad now

Odorless

Colorless

Now you’re powerless

Now you’re gone

And you gone somewhere

With that spirit of despair

And you just don’t care

That it’s wrong

And I, I wouldn’t mind

If the stuff just made you blind

But that blindness is so mean and unkind

And it’s, it’s kinda strange

Just how quickly you change

It’s dangerous and it’s lethally a lie

Odorless

Colorless

Now you’re powerless

Now you’re gone

And you gone somewhere

With that spirit of despair

And you just don’t care

That it’s wrong

And I, I wouldn’t mind

If the stuff just made you blind

But that blindness is so mean and unkind

And it’s, it’s kinda strange

Just how quickly you change

And it’s dangerous and it’s lethally a lie