I find them by the roadside,
They have lost their own sights,
No wonder this time they can’t run away,
When I am on their way.

I always chase them from the pub,
Though they never leave their cups,
They call them their only hope,
When life is so hard to cope.

It has changed from habit to behavior,
Their blood is like made of alcohol rather than plasma,
When mosquitoes suck the blood get drunk,
As they were swimming in an alcohol tank.

Many have lost lives while driving,
Others have lost their lives while diving,
It never sends a message to survivors,
You’ll find their chests full of saliva.

Now their sights are gone forever,
Too late they cannot get over,
So all this time the alcoblow was their friend!
Only that they took it as their fate.