Woorden: Airbourne. No Guts, No Glory. Back On The Bottle.

Been slaving all week lone but now Friday's here
I'm gonna blow my paycheck on whiskey women
And beer
I got no security or college degree
Coz if I had just one wish baby I'd make all liquor free

I don't know where I am and I just don't care
I just don't care
I can't stop now I'm goin over the edge
Case I'm back on the bottle
Back on the bottle
Back on the bottle again
You know I'm back on the bottle
Back on the battle
Back on the bottle again

Baby I'm hotwired like a stolen car
My heart's pumping like a jack hammer
Right now one can tell me what to do
As long I'm drinkin' I keep on kickin' cause baby
It's what I do

I don't know where I am and I just don't care
I just don't care
I can't stop now I'm goin over the edge

Case I'm back on the bottle
Back on the bottle
Back on the bottle again
You know I'm back on the bottle
Back on the battle
Back on the bottle again
You know I'm back on the bottle
Back on the bottle
Back on the bottle again
I said I'm ack on the bottle
Back on the bottle
Back on the bottle again
You know I'm back on the bottle
Back on the bottle
Beer wine whiskey and gin, tequila alright

I'm back, I'm back I'm back on the bottle again
I'm back, I'm back I'm back on the bottle again
I'm back, I'm back I'm back on the bottle again
I'm back, I'm back I'm back on the bottle again

Whiskey vodka bourbon gin tequila and clod beer