| Bring me wine and pass me rum and soda | |
| The cheapest coca-cola and chop me one more line | |
| Make me drunk and give me one more fag | |
| To take a final drag | |
| Tomorrow will be mine | |
| Tonight I'm gonna listen to the body of mine | |
| Tonight I'm gonna listen to the body of mine | |
| Cause I lived in oblivion for pretty long time | |
| I lived in oblivion for pretty long time | |
| I lived in oblivion for a pity-pretty long-long time | |
| Tell my friends and tell my younger brother | |
| Tell my dad and tell my mother that I still walk the line | |
| Give a hug to all my mates and neighbours | |
| And do me one last favour: bring me some more wine | |
| Tonight I'm gonna travel to the navel of life | |
| Tonight I'm gonna travel to the navel of life | |
| I'll be lost, I'll be found in every corner of this town | |
| Lost and found in every corner of this town | |
| Lost and found in every corner of this goddamn town | |
| This is what I got | |
| Liquor in my blood | |
| Blisters on the hands and the soul | |
| Time to ease the pain | |
| Liquor in my veins | |
| This is how it feels to get old | |
| Tonight I gotta listen to the body of mine | |
| Tonight I gotta listen to the body of mine | |
| Tonight I gotta listen to the body of mine | |
| I'll be lost, I'll be found on every corner of this town | |
| Lost and found on every corner of this town | |
| Lost and found on every corner of this town | |
| All I ever got | |
| Is liquor in my blood | |
| Blisters on the hands and the soul | |
| Time to realize | |
| I'm closing down my eyes | |
| This is what it's like to get old | |
| All I ever got | |
| Is liquor in my blood | |
| Blisters on the hands and the soul |