Paroles de A Great Drinker

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 We're not picking up the pieces Of a world that still increasingly Just has to know my business What is yours? Well there's hate where my liver sits I got cigarettes to pull to bits I don't think too much it's bad for the soul I got bottles for good company A great drinker and his love could be Well of all the stupid things I've been told They took my car Get out if it's not for you You stay here then, you throw down too If all the world would wait and see The last drink's gonna be on me