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The Bottle
05:02
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I smell the oak
Then I whince and I choke
As I swim in the lake of fire
Once I am soaked
I shake off, have a smoke
The Fireball stings my throat
I feel like I’m committed
To forever gettin dimwitted
I’ve been sinning all afternoon
Where I tried sipping wine
and the rum hit me fine
But it’s the corn or the rye that I get into
…The bottle, Oh the bottle
Gimme another one I can swallow
Til the morning when I’m hearing hells bells
Well it burns goin down
Gonna take it to the bottom anyway
And I know that the devil will be there
I could move to Manhattan
Where things are happenin
All these bottles look like skyscrapers to me
I could go in my suburban
On an over night excursion
But I’m feelin far gone already
I could use another sling
of that Old Fashioned thing
Don’t need no map to know where I’m goin
to the bottle, oh the bottle…
I’m feeling glum
Bottle’s in my mouth like a gun
And I think I see the white light
The hardwood of my garret
Surrounds me like a casket
And I’m hammering it shut with Rusty Nails
Oh, the bottle…
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2. |
Your Man
03:10
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