Bottle, bottle, on the wall, who's the drunkest of us all? Set yourself up for the fall, who's a slave to alcohol, I know a place where you can go, you'll probably see no one that you know, A few minutes will make you think you probably need another drink. They said that I had a disease, I asked them, "What?" if they please, I asked them what the f** they meant, Victim of the six percent, Now I'm so ashamed of it, I guess it's time that I quit. I saw a friend the other day, getting out of N.A. He was looking really good, that made me think of myself, I care about my worthless friends, don't like to see them k** themselves, Get so strung out they lose all hope, why do you think they call it dope? Trembling hands, blooodshot eyes, propose a toast to my demise. God gave me this liver, I didn't know he was an indian giver.