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