Crossley Hunter - Stomp Clap Drink lyrics

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