Hey mister, where you headed?
Are you in a hurry?
I need a lift to happy hour say oh no
Do you brake for distilled spirits?
I need a break as well
The well that inebriates the guilt
One, two
One, two, three, four

Cold turkey’s getting stale
Tonight I’m eating crow
Fermented salmonella poison oak no
There’s a drought at the fountain of youth
And I’m dehydrated
My tongue is swelling up
I say one, two
One, two, three, four

Troubled times
You know I cannot lie
I’m off the wagon and I’m hitchin’ a ride

Note: Quit playing all my MMO games two days ago and now it feels pretty much the same. Getting too old and fucked for that shit, yet I miss it every now and then. To make things worse, I got a research proposal and a fuckin’ thesis to work on and I have no fuckin’ clue what to do.