Из альбома: Drunk on the Moon
Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah,
I drunk me a river since you tore me apart
And I dont have a drinking problem, cept when I cant get a drink
And I wish youd a-known her, we were quite a pair,
She was sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer
So welcome to the continuing saga, she was my better half, and I was just a dog
And so here am I slumped, Ive been chipped and Ive been chumped on my stool
So buy this fool some spirits and libations, its these railroad station bars
And all these conductors and porters, and Im all out of quarters
And this epitaph is the aftermath, yeah I choose my path, hey, come on, kath,
Hes a lawyer, he aint the one for ya
No, the moon aint romantic, its intimidating as hell,
And some guys trying to sell me a watch
And so Ill meet you at the bottom of a bottle of bargain scotch
I got me a bottle and a dream, its so maudlin it seems,
You can name your poison, go on ahead and make some noise
I aint sentimental, this aint a purchase, its a rental, and its purgatory,
And hey, whats your story, well I dont even care
cause I got my own double-cross to bear
And Ill see your red label, and Ill raise you one more,
And you can pour me a cab, I just cant drink no more,
cause it dont douse the flames that are started by dames,
It aint like asbestos
It dont do nothing but rest us assured,
And substantiate the rumors that youve heard