A.A.

A.A.

Poison Idea
(album: Pick Your King)

Bottle, bottle, on the wall, who´s the drunkest of us all?
Set yourself up for the fall, who´s a slave to alcohol,
I know a place where you can go, you´ll probably see no one that you know,
A few minutes will make you think you probably need another drink.
They said that I had a disease, I asked them, "What?" if they please,
I asked them what the fuck they meant,
Victim of the six percent,
Now I´m so ashamed of it,
I guess it´s time that I quit.
I saw a friend the other day, getting out of N.A.
He was looking really good, that made me think of myself,
I care about my worthless friends, don´t like to see them kill themselves,
Get so strung out they lose all hope, why do you think they call it dope?
Trembling hands, blooodshot eyes, propose a toast to my demise.
God gave me this liver,
I didn´t know he was an indian giver.