A mouth full of teeth and a head full of brains Each morning, the soft rush of blood in my veins The lips taste, the feet walk, a heart pounds within But I'm barely human after one glass of gin. What footprints are these in the fresh fallen snow? And what kind of creature has hurt my wife so? Who kicked down the front door? I must have been gone... I'm barely human from twilight 'til dawn. She's fed up, she's leaving, and this time, for real But the thirst in my body is all I can feel So slowly the clock turns, 'til night falls at last If I'm barely human, I can still lift the glass. With one sip, the gin hits, and wipes my head clean And it brings me a vision: a boy of 15 His eyes raised to heaven, his heart strong and brave But I'm barely human as I fall to my grave.