Madison Bloodbath

The American League Is A Junior Circuit
Calling a doctor would be a pretty nice gesture My hands are slow moving and my mind is fading fasterBut for now I'll just self-medicateI'm going to drink through all the feversDrip-dry every bar in townI'm going to smoke two packs an hourThese past few weeks have been a blur to meAnd though I claim I don't need anythingPlease don't fall asleepI'm staying up tonightThese feet desperately need help walking straight linesDisregard the mumbling and broken EnglishIt's the indication that my meds are kicking inCall in the Camel, he goes great with a bottleThis party won't be kicked off right unless we double up on the poisonTo hell with all those fairy tales whereby dark times turn lighterWhere the hero overcomes each trail and he comes out all the strongerEach day I wake only to fake this smileThis drinking streak has held strong for quite some time From Letras Mania