There once was a drunk
Deep in a pickle
And the funk
Deep in it like
Plumbing down to the bottom of a bottle
But never the throttle
Can go back to being suicidal
I got alcohol instead
Even heals the poisoning
Grabbed me a colt 45
Feel like the colts in 45
Even though at that time I wasn't on anybody's mind
Feel like the colts
Somewhere on Indiana
We have a couple of bystanders
Watching a barely-can-stander
Ask question, a drowsy answer
Never a lousy banter
Maybe a punch here
Throw the barstool or a chair
He doesn't care where
It goes
He throws
I got alcohol instead
Even heals the poisoning
Grabbed me a colt 45
Feel like the colts in 4 5
Even though around 9
I'll have alcohol instead
Even when I'm broken hearted
Or breaking hearts it's
There for me
Even though this time
I'll have damage on my mind