Из альбома: Leather, Bristles, No Survivors and Sick Boys...
You're like a kind of religion,
I see you each night on television
I can't remember all your names,
I love you running through my veins
Alcohol, oh alcohol, I love you in my brains
Acohol, oh alcohol, I never want you again
I come and see you every night,
take out my purse and i'll buy you a pint
Would you like another ? No thanks,
tonight i'm wearing incontinence pants