and another few bottles going down and he he's on his knees,and the kids in the park you know they love to tease,but the bird's and the bees have nothing to say so he drink this life away every single day since seventeen,every single day it's been the same routine...now he's 65 with nothing to say as he drink this life away
out cold on the floor bottle near the door nothing matters more..whats left to ignore sickness in the head all the feelings dead all the rest has fled try to find a bed
must get up again(4x)
hammered on a bench somewhere near a fence
you can smell the stench and lack of common sense
always on his own feeling like a stonne spend his days alone too drunk to go home
must get up again