Rusty Shed
Heroes
Stumblin' round town with my bottle of BeamI'm an abusive alcoholic and I'm only eighteenTaking long swigs, straight from the bottleWith my mind in first gear and my life in full throttleWaking up each morning feeling sick as a dogWith my stomach upside down and my head in a fogSitting in a dream trying get through the daySo that by five o clock, I'll drink the pain awayThis bottle ain't so friendly but it's all I knowIt will take you and replace you until you goAll my heroes lived in a cyclone clownSpiraling down down downBurning out before they could fade awayIn their sound sound soundBefore I even know it, I am unemployedMy lungs are all trashed and my liver's destroyedBut it's still better than having to think of youAnd all that bullshit that you put me through
From Letras Mania