Из альбома: Southern Devils
If I had money, everything would be ok .. but i don't
So i'm gonna drink my life away
You know what they say: good things come to those who wait
I'm tired of waiting... while wine's fine, hard liquor's hittin quicker
On this barstoole a damned fool never can see the picture
Of these, wasted days, wasted nights, topless bar fights
Pollutin my sight with white, I'm lyin' âbout my life
Rose-colored glasses intoxicate the real
Fell it kill the wheels from turnin' my caps are peeled
Through these lurred visions and hurried missions
I Feel the arms stretch out to hold me
With forgiving hands of dope
If I had fame and everyobody knew my name, I'd be okay
Since I don't, gotta keep drinkin' my life away for eternity
Good enough for Bon Scott, good enough for me
Constantly I'm approaced by various people
Telling me I need to go and repent âneath a steeple
An alcoholic, cokehead, and a dope MC
To me it sets in when you're out on the road
No need to call Tyrone (you got my number)
Located under E.J. Coe, nephew of David Allan, the outlaw
If I didn't know I'm
Drownin' in whiskey, drownin' in gin
Getting got daily by my so-called friends
Born to lose, dyin' to win
I feel like killing myself again
And that's one for the ages, playin' on beer soaked stages
Stuck together porn pages, I feel like leavin' Las Vegas