I'm not the first or the last to drink the white man's wine

It makes me feel fine or I start crying, one of the two

My parents passed it around and now they're gone too

Who is responsible for their deaths? Certainly they thought it through?

 

I grew up with the smell of liqour on my clothes

I come from two drunken households and it really shows

The late nights of their drunken stupor showed me how to handle my beers

Too bad it didn't do much for my childhood fears