Lyrics
Pull tabs and busted stool
Pool cue in the hands of a fool
Dim lights, cat fights
Come on, sugar, you know what I like
Mixed drinks in quick succession
Bad jokes and worse impressions
Wind me up and set me free
I'm a yob on a rampage
Holy water with a pickle juice back
Week's pay in crumpled sack
Hot trash, cold cash
Sipping well whiskey from a broken glass
Gin colder than a killer's heart
Got me weaving like a busted cart
Pall malls, Last call
Scribbling numbers off the bathroom wall