| I’m the first in line, a well known face, a V.I.P. |
| in everyplace
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| My goal’s set high to feel alright, get even more drink than last night
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| At the fucking bar the floor I hit, don’t need no chair, I’m too drunk to sit
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| A girl comes asking me to dance, «Of course not, whore, so kiss my ass»
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| The bartender refused me more to drink
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| So I hit him on the nose, cause his bar stinks
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| I try to leave but I just can’t find the door
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| They throw me out to an all-night pen store
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| In to the store, proud of myself, with empty pockets and drunk as hell
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| I bounce between the food and stoof, convinced I’m still not drunk enough
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| A six-pack beer and a porno-mag is what I need in my shopping bag
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| The paper of a six-pack is my royal crown
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| I’m the one who’s thrown out from every bar in town
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| King of the Sidewalk
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| Back in the streetlight, stolen brew in my hand
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| I behave like a asshole, a horrible man
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| Loud and unpleasant, always the worst
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| A king of bad manners, proud of my thirst
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| Bought or homemade booze, don’t really mind
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| Cause you’re still able to drink even if you’re blind
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| To see double or nothing is what I choose
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| As long as I can feel the taste of booze
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| Totally gone I sleep somewhere 'til dawn
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| Don’t know where I’ve been, I wake up on someone’s lawn
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| I find yesterday’s dinner all over my chest
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| On my leather jacket and on my blue jeans-vest |