Drinking Days

Chorus:

I miss my drinking days

Those were the good old days

When we were young and reckless in our ways

WeLl walking into the sun

Walking into the sun

We didn't know how soon that ledge would come

Well all you preachers gather round

And raise your hands

Tell me who'll be the first to meet your demands

You can philosophise all you want

'bout the end of time

All I knows while I'm stuck here,

I'm getting mine

Well oh

You know the past can really drag a good thing down

oh

You know if it didn't kill you then

Well baby

How's it gonna kill you now?

Well I was laid our on the floor

Laid out on the floor

Well you came to me

You know took some more

Well all you gamblers gather around

And place your bets

Tell me who'll be the first one

To drop off next

Well I guess it's just a game of chance when you bite the hand that feeds

If you're gonna praise angels you best

Well oh

You know the past can really drag a good thing down

Oh

You know if it didnt kill you then

Well baby

How's it's gonna kill you now