Frank

Frank is a guitarist who plays with fire
But his passion is whisky, that burns him endlessly
Oh Frank, where is your riff?
Lost at the bottom of a bottle, can't find your riff
His life is a never-ending concert, of sleepless nights
Where alcohol is the manager, that leads him to ruin
Oh Frank, where is your riff?
Lost at the bottom of a bottle, can't find your riff
He's a roadie without a stop, traveling without a destination
Where liquor is the fuel, that keeps him moving
Oh Frank, where is your riff?
Lost at the bottom of a bottle, can't find your riff
His soul is an amplifier, that distorts endlessly
Where alcohol is the effect, that makes him sound out of control
Oh Frank, where is your riff?
Lost at the bottom of a bottle, can't find your riff