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I'm the first in line, a well known face, a V.I.P. in everyplace |
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My goal's set high to feel alright, get even more drink than last night |
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At the fucking bar the floor I hit, don't need no chair, I'm too drunk to sit |
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A girl comes asking me to dance, "Of course not, whore, so kiss my ass" |
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The bartender refused me more to drink |
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So I hit him on the nose, cause his bar stinks |
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I try to leave but I just can't find the door |
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They throw me out to an all-night pen store |
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In to the store, proud of myself, with empty pockets and drunk as hell |
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I bounce between the food and stoof, convinced I'm still not drunk enough |
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A six-pack beer and a porno-mag is what I need in my shopping bag |
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The paper of a six-pack is my royal crown |
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I'm the one who's thrown out from every bar in town |
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King of the Sidewalk |
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Back in the streetlight, stolen brew in my hand |
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I behave like a asshole, a horrible man |
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Loud and unpleasant, always the worst |
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A king of bad manners, proud of my thirst |
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Bought or homemade booze, don't really mind |
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Cause you're still able to drink even if you're blind |
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To see double or nothing is what I choose |
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As long as I can feel the taste of booze |
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Totally gone I sleep somewhere 'til dawn |
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Don't know where I've been, I wake up on someone's lawn |
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I find yesterday's dinner all over my chest |
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On my leather jacket and on my blue jeans-vest |
