| Well I feel no pain? | |
| The battle is my ball and chain | |
| Am I insane? | |
| My breath smells like kerosene | |
| Don't tou look at me | |
| I'm a sight for sore eyes to see | |
| I can't believe | |
| Well I'm a walkin' talkin' misery | |
| Brain drain, one ninety grain | |
| It's not the caine, not the | |
| Mary JaneBut the golden grain | |
| Oh don't you touch my bottle | |
| You might drop it break it then | |
| I dieIf life's worth living, then tell me why | |
| I cry the blues? | |
| But don't you pray for me | |
| I don't need your fuckin' sympathy | |
| Just a little drink, it means about the same to me | |
| YeaBrain drain, oneninty grain | |
| Am I insane? | |
| Will I ever change? | |
| Brain drain, oneninty grain | |
| It's not the caine, not the | |
| Mary JaneBut the golden grain | |
| I'm a redneck punk | |
| Can't remember when | |
| I wasn't drunk | |
| People say | |
| I stinkBut | |
| I don't care what they think no | |
| No colored whiskey | |
| I don't drink that rock and roll | |
| Pass that oneninty | |
| And I'll say bye bye | |
| Brain drain, oneninty grain | |
| Am I insane? | |
| Will I ever change? | |
| Brain drain, oneninty grain | |
| It's not the caine, not the | |
| Mary JaneBut the golden grain | |
| Brain drain, oneninty grain | |
| Brain drain, oneninty grain | |
| It's not the caine, not the | |
| Mary Jane |