Frank Black And The Catholics - Whiskey in Your Shoes lyrics

My friend is speechless, will you give him some wine? He lost his own son at the drag-racing line Oh, please, tell us, bartender, what can he do? Cry some tears for your water and pour whiskey in your shoes Nothing to do about it First you grab it Then you lift it Then you pour it down Nothing to do about it First you grab it Then you lift it Then you pour it down Got divorce papers and we put down the ink Tonight I won't be having my usual drink Hey there, bartender, can you make me something new? Cry some tears for your water, I'll pour whiskey in your shoes Nothing to do about it First you grab it Then you lift it Then you pour it down Nothing to do about it First you grab it Then you lift it Then you pour it down Hey there, bartender, can I owe you the cash? 'Cause the end of world, well, it came in a flash And I know that tomorrow I'll have some new excuse To cry tears for my water and pour whiskey in my shoes Nothing to do about it First you grab it Then you lift it Then you pour it down Nothing to do about it First you grab it Then you lift it Then you pour it down Nothing to do about it First you grab it Then you lift it Then you pour it down Nothing to do about it First you grab it Then you lift it Then you pour it down Nothing to do about it First you grab it Then you lift it Then you pour it down Nothing to do about it First you grab it Then you lift it Then you pour it down