Birds of prey - Liquor Blisters Allergic to liquor from the day I was born But my love for canadian whiskey couldnīt be ignored My liver refused to process over half of it It would rise back to the surface and then I could drink again Liquor blisters Bubbles on the skin Liquor blisters I can drink it again What began as welts of love, at the base under my tongue They would burst all day and I could keep my buzz They spread like wildfire onto my face and chest Bubbles the size of quarters, I had become grotesque Liquor blisters I get my moneyīs worth Liquor blisters I am now 80 proof Now itīs too late, Iīm covered all over The smell it lays heavy, a sourmashed odor The only friends left are unrepent winos Who come around when they want to suck my sores Itīs become hard to move, I am now liquorlogged The blisters they raise up and burst all nite long I am first with this delicious condition I stopped for a night but Iīm in remession I find my own god when I take hold of the flask Take tiny pleasures in being a human cask I see my bro buzz suffering and needing I tell him saddle up itīs time for breastfeeding Liquor blisters My chance to give back Liquor blisters I saves you a hit http://rockerek.hu/