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