If you've come for sympathy you're talking to the wrong person
If you ever saw yourself you'd see that there is something worse
Than using alcohol the way a puppet master uses string
Blood is dripping from your face you haven't learned a f**ing thing
Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall pity the man that's under them all
Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall pity the man that's under them all
Crawling like a caterpillar travelling three feet takes a day
Tried to grab your feet as you pa**ed by but you just stepped away
Turn to page thirteen with your free hand a body gagged and bound
I've fallen from your dizzy heights I'm lying laughing at the ground
Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall pity the man that's under them all
Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall pity the man that's under them all