A stinking sun burned me awake Through the shuttered windowpane I recall through the eyes of claret red He had taken me again And the hair of the dog revives me But I find it hard to swallow It's a marriage made in heaven, between me and the bottle A thousand words fell through my hands And the room just bends This sodden mattress holds my heart And he cradles my regrets I'll read it once again For he knows that I'll not follow It's a marriage of convenience, between me and the bottle So King Alcohol's come back With the traffic's mournful cry And he swaggers, drunk and skinful Through my throat all parched and dry And if I should die before I wake I pray, the Lord my soul to take Then I could rest And never wake again in sorrow It's a marriage on the rocks, between me and the bottle