Brain Drain

I feel no pain

The bottle is my ball and chain

Am I insane?

My breath smells like kerosene

Don't look at me

I'm a sight for sore eyes to see

I can't believe I'm a walking talking misery

Brain drain 190 grain

It's not the caine, not the mary jane

But the golden grain

Don't touch my bottle

You might drop it, break it, then I die

If life's worth living, why do I always cry the blues?

Don't you pray for me

I don't need your fucking sympathy

Just a little drink, it means about the same to me...yea

Brain drain 190 grain

Am I insane? Will I ever change?

Brain drain 190 grain

It's not the caine, not the mary jane

But the golden grain

I'm a redneck punk

Can't remember when I wasn't drunk

People say I stink

I don't care what they think

No colored whiskey

I don't need that rock and rye

Pass that 190

And I'll say bye-bye