Give me your hand we're a band of dependents
I think I'm growing sober again
It's not so hard being loaded and worthless
I think I'm getting my second wind
Show me the way to get home
I'm thick, confused, so alone
Brain tired, my clothes are all wet
This is the worst birthday yet
Made by design and devine intervention
I think I'm going to be a success
Liver's diseased and I've lost my retention
I'll rock it till I've got nothing left