Lou Reed - Underneath The Bottle текст песни

Things are never good, things go from bad to weird
Hey gimme another Scotch with my beer
I'm sad to say, I feel the same today, as I always do
Gimme a drink to relax me

Oooohh whee, liquor set free, I can't do no work
The shake's inside me
Ah shucks, I got the lousiest luck, I'm sick of this
Underneath the bottle

Seven days make a week, on two of them I sleep
I can't remember what the heck I was doing
I got bruise on my leg from I can't remember when
I fell down some stairs
I was lyin' underneath the bottle

Oooohh whee, son of a B.
You get so down, you can't get any lower
So long world, you play too rough
And it's getting me all mixed up
I lost my pride and it's hiddin'
There, underneath the bottle