Ghosts of My Past (aka The Worst Wolverine’s Lament) (MP3, Lyrics) (Patreon)

I had a wild idea for a new drinking song at Dragon Con. It’s about the Worst Wolverine from the movie Deadpool & Wolverine. In the film, Deadpool drags this broken version of Wolverine to the TVA to help him fix his timeline. And we find out why he’s “the worst.”

This Wolverine didn’t want to be an X-Man. He spent his days hiding in bars with a bottle instead of fighting alongside his friends. When humans stormed the X-Mansion and slaughtered the mutants, he lost everything. Consumed by grief and rage, he went on a killing spree that turned the world against him and every mutant left alive.

My song picks up right before Deadpool shows up to kidnap him. It’s a dark drinking ballad—Wolverine at the bar, lamenting the deaths of his friends, trying desperately to drink away his sins. But with a healing factor and a super-charged metabolism, even whiskey won’t grant him the mercy of oblivion.

Ghosts of My Past (The Worst Wolverine)

Sitting at the bar, I’m all aloneLooking at the seats my friends once ownedBut everyone of them is now gone

The Beast, Cyclops and Professor XAre ghostly memories, and I feel hexedHow the hell could I let them all die

The music starts up as I walk out the doorI shake my head and sit… for one moreMaybe this time, I won’t remember my name

* Pour me another whiskey. Leave the bottle, misterI drink and I fight… but the pain don’t lastMy metabolism, is so damn sinister.Only ghosts of my pastCan get me smashed

I hear the Professor tell me to haltHe says, “Logan its not your fault”But I know full well that I walked away

Then Jean whispers through the smokey air,“Logan, my love, you were never there.”And Scott bites back, “You’re the reason that we’re dead”

Claws dripping red, I lost controlI left devastation and an empty soulI’m the last man standing, and I wish that I were dead.

It’s a fight to get drunk. I heal so fastEvery empty bottle stares at me and laughsYou don’t deserve to forget these memories

If I can find peace, if there’s a chance in hellI’ll gladly face death to crack my shellPerhaps then I’ll join my friends again