Guzzling the rot gut
Binging on the putrefied swill
Total fucking mind rot
Blind drunk and I�m dying to kill
So fucking loaded I can�t get off the floor
Three sheets are to the wind and I�m going for four
I�m a total wreck, gotta lay off the booze
And on top of that, I can�t find my shoes
But what can you do?
Gutbucket Blues!!!
Waking in a cold sweat
Feels like I need a new brain
Overdid the Rot Gut
And now I�m in incredible pain
Retching up the effluvial brews
Cursing my existence through a river of spew
Fishy smelling bile to recycle and use
And I could really use a drink when I�m through
But what can you do?
Gutbucket Blues!!! |
