Too drunk to know my left from right I put on my shades to dim the lights Puke my dinner back into the night Stumble forward while graping every bottle in sight Spitting Glass! I stump through the bars while flashing my backstage pass No way back no return All the faces are blurred Just faded flesh with eyes like liquid mirrors Drinking with the King of the Dead Never met a bottle that I didnt like Every time you pop a corn I flip my tongue like a dike Im a whore for alcohol And I drink till I fall I believe every promise in every bottle Its all religious to me Hey, look at me Im going to the promised land Here I stand in a pool of shit Wondering when I went on this blackout trip I get sicker For every glass of liquor I get the fever Spanking that fuckin liquor All the faces are blurred Just faded flesh with eyes like liquid mirrors Drinking with the King of the Dead