Lyrics My Alcoholic Friends

I'm - counting back
the number of the steps
it took for me to get
back on - the wagon of the weekend

I'll - use the autotime(r) to prove that I'll
get on - with my imagination
if they find the body in the basement
in the very house that she was raised in

I'm - taking down
the number of the times
so when we get a sign - from god
I'll be the first to call him

I'm - taking back
the number of the beast
'cause six is not a pretty number
eight or three are definetely better
A is for the address on the letter
To: My Alcoholic Friends

I'm - trying hard
not to be ashamed
not to know the name
of who
is waking up beside me, or: the date
the season or the city
but, at least
the ceiling's very pretty
and if you are holding it against me...

I'll be on my best behavior
taking shots for Mother Nature
once my fist is in the cupboard
love is never falling over......

Should I choose a noble occupation
if I did, I'd only show up late and
sick, and they
would stare at me with hatred
Plus, my only natural talent's wasted
on my alcoholic - friends
my alcoholic friends
the party never ends
my alcoholic friends...