Too drunk to know my left from right
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I put on my shades to dim the lights
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Puke my dinner back into the night
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Stumble forward while graping every bottle in sight
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Spitting Glass!
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I stump through the bars while flashing my backstage pass
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No way back ? no return
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All the faces are blurred
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Just faded flesh with eyes like liquid mirrors
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Drinking with the King of the Dead
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Never met a bottle that I didn’t like
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Every time you pop a corn I flip my tongue like a dike
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I’m a whore for alcohol
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And I drink till I fall
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I believe every promise in every bottle
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It’s all religious to me
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Hey, look at me
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I’m going to the promised land
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Here I stand in a pool of shit
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Wondering when I went on this blackout trip
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I get sicker
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For every glass of liquor
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I get the fever
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Spanking that fuckin’ liquor
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[Solo: Heinz]
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All the faces are blurred
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Just faded flesh with eyes like liquid mirrors
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Drinking with the King of the Dead
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Drinking With The King Of The Dead
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| Hatesphere |
