The Glorious Bottle

Back down, please Before I am forced to kill Just fall on your weak knees Do I give your spine a chill? Be quiet, will you? Before I lose my cool Beg that when this is through You will be only a slightly mangled fool. Quiet, shut your face Before I feel the need to strike You need to learn your place I can be as terrifying as I like. Be smart, you young ones Before I want to hurt Keep this up and your life is done They will bury you in the dirt. Put me down, kid Before I take your life Find a place where I can be hid Hopefully that will end to your strife. You see, you will perish Before you knew what was coming Please see life as something to cherish Even though I feel nice when I am numbing. Save yourself, you lost child Before you throw everything away I, the bottle, will take my toll And be the end to your glorious days