The Boozer
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The Boozer
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You got scraped-up knuckles
you got scraped-up knees
you're not used to beggin' please
you want it all and you want it now
put a bottle to your temple - say "mao"
Friend to friend better wash that shirt
cause it's your mind soaked in dirt
turned-out trouble maker blood shot eyes got a present for you
surprise
ice cold gold will tantalize you into thinking that you know
but the truth is gonna get you cause the parties goin' on for sometime
guess what you're buying
Baby you're the boozer - yeah yeah yeah
baby you're the boozer - yeah yeah yeah
You don't wanna think - you just wanna drink
nothing's safe that's not nailed down
the truth is such a nasty place anyway
when everything's been said that there is to say
reminisce - no - fuck that - i'd rather drown like a rat in shit
what's this - i made you a special lager
Baby you're the boozer - yeah yeah yeah
baby you're the boozer - yeah yeah yeah
You're the keeper of the koo-koo and you smoke 13
your mother's son-of-a-bitch dream
keeper of the koo-koo man when he goes wacko
hack-hack-hack put you in the sack parked out back - your racked
Low lean losing proud rummy
never underestimate you ain't no dummy
you're a bird with a broken wing
i hate to break it to you but you just can't sing
Baby you're the boozer - yeah yeah yeah
baby you're the boozer - yeah yeah yeah
You're in a blender full of pickled rock 'n' rollers
putting quarters in slot machines
bettin' or rather letting fate's snake charmer do it for you
today, okay, i'll admit you ain't no loser
The fights still in you two-fisted chooser
you smell like hell's guard dog with rabies
you itch like a bitch with scabies
restless - not movin' - where's the place where the hippy chicks groovin'
alright groovy hippie chicks in your mile high boots
drinkin' molotov cocktails
Felony and misdemeanor will whip your ass till you come cleaner
what's the meaning of life - what's the meaning of life
Baby you're the boozer - yeah yeah yeah
baby you're the boozer - yeah yeah yeah
baby you're the boozer - yeah yeah yeah
baby you're the boozer - yeah yeah yeah
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