Too drunk to know my left from right
I put on my shades to dim the lights
Puke my dinner back into the night
Stumble forward while grasping every bottle in sight
Spitting glass!
I stump through the bars while flashing my backstage pass
No way back – no return
All the faces are blurred
Just faded flesh with eyes like liquid mirrors
Drinking with the King of the Dead
Never met a bottle that I didn’t like
Every time you pop a corn, I flip my tongue like a dike
I’m a whore for alcohol
And I drink 'til I fall
I believe every promise in every bottle
It’s all religious to me
Hey, look at me
I’m going to the Promised Land
Here I stand in a pool of shit
Wondering when I went on this blackout trip
I get sicker
For every glass of liquor
I get the fever
Spanking that fuckin’ liquor
All the faces are blurred
Just faded flesh with eyes like liquid mirrors
Drinking with the King of the Dead
