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

Drowning