Lyrics

Key of D  –  June, 1999

     1. He who comes so his mind can grow, but instead the walls come closing in

What to do does anyone know? Stock the fridge the weekend is here once again

     2. Lets get more vodka, and some other stuff for washing it down with

You have to mix so that you don’t let the soda water ruin your spirits

Party on ‘til the butt crack of dawn then puke,

Sleep ‘til noon and in seven hours start all over again!

     3. That shot glass is from my bro and it lovingly bares my name

Lets pound down another round and toast to the lame who receive treatment

We’re young and insane, we’ll never need treatment

     4. Thanks to loans, tuition’s paid. All so you can get drunk and laid and then fall asleep.

     5. He who comes must always show, show ID or else you’ll be walking away

But this tie and beard I grow let me get by. I just did it again.

     6. Lights aren’t on, but the loud music from the record machine is

Same three songs that you always get for the price of a dollar

Whiskey’s gone, oh but, there’s another bottle under the counter

Its fun so I don’t care if I’m pissin’ all my money away!

     7. Can’t walk through the streets all drunk cuz every officer knows my name

Last call for the alcohol is to credit of to blame, I might need treatment

Every liquor’s the same, so you know I’ll need treatment

     8. Take her home to get a piece. Her names Kim, but you think it’s Denise and you fall asleep.

     9. What I want, the bottle holds. All my hopes, it bring and it taketh away from me

Now all I want is more, so just pour my drink and be off on your way

     10. Tell the bartender, I need another shot of Tequila

I don’t have to be up until 8 o’clock in the morn

I can’t remember one thing that happened the night before 

All I remember is that I didn’t score!

     11. I don’t think that I should drive, yet I know that I’ll be okay

And then when the morning comes, I’ll wonder how I got this way, I’m gonna need treatment

Nothing more to say. I’m gonna need treatment

     12. Come to grips with all you fear, come to grips with one last beer and then fall asleep.

     13(th Step). When you fled from my life it fulfilled me. Although simultaneously, I feel so empty inside.

Yes indeed, I’m gonna need. Some sort of treatment

FIN

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