Such a gloomy day, I think the sun is hung-over, Looks like all the clouds can party.
Tripping myself up so much, Can’t help but fall over, Always getting in my own way.
If it wasn’t for the whiskey with my eggs, I’d have no reason rising from my bed, If it wasn’t for the whiskey following my breath, I might... stop living... in my head.
Such a moody face for only one year older, Look at all the clowns in my way, Rolling through the years like they’re old newspaper, Hoping for some sort of delay.
If it wasn’t for the whiskey with my toast, I could see the things that matter to me most, If it wasn’t for the whiskey fallin’ down my throat, Every man’s castle needs a moat, (x3)
It goes, it goes, it goes…
Such a roomy place for one so introverted, Look at all the clones in my way, Your father died too young so, He couldn’t’ ‘ve heard it… But the idea of him is proud anyway.
If it wasn’t for the whiskey glass and ice Believe me it could’ve been any other vice, If it wasn’t for the whiskey picking all my fights, I wouldn’t see the darkness in the light, I wouldn’t see the darkness in the light, No, I wouldn’t see the darkness in the light.
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