Drinking With The King Of The Dead
Too drunk to know my left from right
I put on my shades to dim the lights
Puke my dinner back into the night
Stumble forward while graping every bottle in sight
Spitting Glass!
I stump through the bars while flashing my backstage pass
No way back "“ no return
All the faces are blurred
Just faded flesh with eyes like liquid mirrors
Drinking with the King of the Dead
Never met a bottle that I didn't like
Every time you pop a corn I flip my tongue like a dike
I'm a whore for alcohol
And I drink till I fall
I believe every promise in every bottle
It's all religious to me
Hey, look at me
I'm going to the promised land
Here I stand in a pool of shit
Wondering when I went on this blackout trip
I get sicker
For every glass of liquor
I get the fever
Spanking that fuckin' liquor
[Solo: Heinz]
All the faces are blurred
Just faded flesh with eyes like liquid mirrors
Drinking with the King of the Dead