whiskey needs and wine comes wee ones brandy on my mind in my blood in my liver i quiver
walking underwater short of breath my speech is sort of slurred it's a blurr much too late for turning back now
i'm drowning i'm drowning
clowning with my friends in the station parties on the patio with patronizing friends who pat me on the back say have another, you'll recover cover up the cracks blacking out keep on grinning spinning and i know i'll never win this fight
i'm drowning drowning
clowning with my fiends in the station in the gutter stinking rich and sinking pictures full of sliver vits it gives me fits and makes me spit in bits of poison
it annoys them it destroys them and they let me keep on drowning
drowning
clowning with my friends in the station in the gutter