Brown skin and a bottle of whiskey 
I take you in and lay you down
and you say - will you love me in the morning?
when the [bad word] i'll not be found

i drive you home
i feel so empty 
my skin it crawls
from what i have done

and you say- will you love me tomorrow?
and you know- tomorrow [bad word] 

i see you there just a few years later
a skinny boy hanging from your side
you say your end is due
but i'll pay you later
(?)

brown skin and a bottle of whiskey 
i take you in and lay you down
and you say- will you love me in the morning?
when you know- in the morning i'll not be found