Alcohol Part One Lyrics
I want nothing more
Pass out on the fucking floor
Go on out and get some more
Living dead at the liquor store
Crack it open, slam it down
Until a new unconsciousness is found
Blacked-out nights and last night's bruise
Crawl out of my coma and grab me a brew
But I've got no problems
Listen up
I've got no problems as long as I can get fucked up
Another day, another dime, forty hours a week and it's a crime
Staying sober's just a waste of time
Forty bottles a week suits me fine
When I came of age, sex became deadly
Playing Russian roulette with HIV
Gasoline and alcohol
Another twisted wreck, the dispatch calls