Stirs - Bottles Lyrics

I have a doctor I'd recommend
Where people all dress in fancy gowns
The patients sitting on wooden stools
The caretaker doing up their rounds
The keeper asks what's buggin' you
A fancy watch covered by their coat
The patrons here are all grimly ill
I needed something to clear my throat
Late nights, smoking in the car and
Patients, lined up at the bar
Weekends, wasted them away and
Bottles, never seem to stay
Hourglasses half filled with wine
The nurses bringing us our cures
The barkeep dressed up to the nines
This'll help you all I'm assured
Lonely people is all I see
Lying in bed with the radio playing
Coasters bearing the precious drugs
Feeling like the king
Late nights, smoking in the car and
Patients, lined up at the bar
Weekends, wasted them away and
Bottles, never seem to stay
Late nights, smoking in the car and
Patients, lined up at the bar
Weekends, wasted them away and
Bottles, never seem to stay
Late nights, smoking in the car and
Patients, lined up at the bar
Weekends, wasted them away and
Bottles