Oh I can't carry you no longer
Pick up your feet put your back to the wind and face the daylight and all
of our sins
I know that I've carried you farther
We've f**ed up harder, been paper thin
We'll hold our breath as we raise a gla** to that whisky you're drowning in Oh, I think you're drowning We all burn out and we pray like hell
May the good lord take us from this prison cell
There's always one more bottle, and the comfort we love so well Yeah, well I think you're drowning
I'll sing about it