At the bottom of an empty gla**
See myself going nowhere fast
And the barman tells me it's time to leave
But I haven't got time to care
If I have so much love to give
Where is that will to live?
Maybe you old friend will show me how
Come here pull up a chair
I get paid, paid to get drunk
Spend my money on any old junk
And every morning k**s my soul
At the end, the end of each day
Every drink is directed my way
Well every morning k**s my soul
Sports plays on the corner screen
This feels like a movie scene
And I'm long past done with clichés and all
My eyes are much to blurred
This is how I live my life
Escaping worries, eternal strife
And I'll try to talk to anyone
But my speech is much too slurred
I get paid, paid to get drunk
Spend my money on any old junk
And every morning k**s my soul
At the end, the end of each day
Every drink is directed my way
Well every morning k**s my soul
Oh ah oh
Oh ah
Oh oh oh
Ah ah ah
At the bottom of an empty gla**
See myself going nowhere fast
And the barman tells me it's time to leave
But I haven't got time to care