| Drunk again -- not a weekend
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| Isn’t life a fuckin' ball?
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| Should have read all the writing on the wall
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| Pissed again -- one more loose end
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| Ever see such a fuckin' gall?
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| But I’m laughing at angels as they fall
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| (same as above)
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| Drunk again -- not a weekend
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| My insides feel black and blue
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| Will this healing elixir pull me through
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| Drunk again -- where is Lou Reed?
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| Come on Iggy -- tell me true
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| Wish Roy Orbison could tell me what to do
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| So I’ll drink
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| To the wonder, while I wander
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| If there are gods they must be drunk
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| Rev’ling in the madness you and I
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| So I’ll wonder, while I wander
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| If there are gods they must be drunk
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| Rev’ling in the madness you and I
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| Drunk again not a weekend
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| Give me needles -- sleep on pins
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| As I long for the sweet Bacchanalian din
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| Damned again -- since that weekend
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| From too much adrenalin
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| Hide my eyes and take two more aspirin
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| Drunk again -- not a weekend
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| Pagan alchoholiday
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| Cheer and beer hounds -- that still keep me at bay
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| Drunk again -- till the binge ends
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| My glass fortress my mainstay
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| And the wonder of each new sordid day |