A Great Drinker by Wonder Stuff
There's sweat on my finger tips
I got a belly full of beer shits
My head is too close to the wall.
There's blood in my underwear
I don't know how I got it there
I swear I'd bust open my head, should I fall.
I know weaker personalities
'Cos they're sitting around my home with me.
I've got an ever loving wife... of a sort
There's a bottle and a half to go
Don't ask me where 'cos I don't know at all.
Sit right down, one for the road?
We don't stick it where it don't belong
We don't mend what ain't broken
And it's not because we're strung out on the sauce.
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