My hands are shaking
My heart’s beating fast
I’m sweating through my cheap suit
How much longer can it last?
I’m an alcoholic lawyer
Facing the trial of my life
And I need to sober up quickly
If I want to make things right
Put the bottle down, son
There’s an innocent man who needs you
Put the bottle down, son
There’s nothing left to fear
Wait, what day is it? [laughter] Shit.
The trial was last week.
And he got the chair?
Well, let’s have a few whiskey sours
In his memory