You could say I’m plastered, ‘cause I hit the wall. I lost count after 21, in the college crawl. I been a boozin’ bastard. They’re callin’ me Edward Forty-hands can’t touch anyone. With an enemy like me, who would need a friend? Nevermind I’m drunk.
Well we’ve had enough power since the blackout started for an EKG for the broken hearted. I’d try to see the glass as half full. But I’d probably just drink that too.
I’m the reason they call it an “Irish Goodbye” And I hope I don’t choke on my vomit tonight. Well I bet that a bottle of brandy so bitter’d be better than bitin’ the bullet and betterin’ myself. Sorry if I slur. Take my anxiety and my sobriety, I’ll kill two birds with one stoner. So if you see me please, take my keys, I don’t wanna be an organ donor.
Well we’ve had enough power since the blackout started for an EKG for the broken hearted. I’d try to see the glass as half full. But I’d probably just drink that too.
I’m going down and I’m taking you with me. I’m bringing the water to the horse. Bring me the hair of the dog that bit me So I can clone it and have more.
Well we’ve had enough power since the blackout started for an EKG for the broken hearted. I’d try to see the glass as half full. Even half empty, half full. I’d try to see the glass as half full. But I’d probably just…