On liquor I spent my last dimeSunday morning, 8amJust cursing
myself againDrinking like each one might be my lastBlurred
memories of making toastsTo the cheapest beer and talk-show
hostsFunny then, but that's fading fastHere's to
waking up at nightHalf drunk in a ditch by the side of the
roadYou're still thinkingThat you can't go on like
thisHeaded for a break downYou keep saying thanks for tomorrow,
'cause I can't liveThanks for tomorrow, 'cause
I've had enoughWell, it'd do me just fine to make it
through the nightOn liquor I spent my last dimeA worried man
drinks a healthy drinkBut he drinks nine or ten until he's
doneThen he'll tell you his life storyBut he won't
stop until he's told you and everyoneWell here's to
waking up at nightHalf drunk in a ditch by the side of the
roadYou're still thinkingThat you can't go on like
thisBefore I break downYou keep saying thanks for tomorrow,
'cause I can't liveThanks for tomorrow, 'cause
I've had enoughWell, it'd do me just fine to make it
through the nightOn liquor I spent my last dimeBlurred memories
of making toastsTo the cheapest beer and talk-show hostsFunny
then, but that's fading fastHere's to waking up at
nightHalf drunk in a ditch by the side of the roadYou're
still thinkingThat you can't go on like thisBefore I break
downYou keep saying thanks for tomorrow, 'cause I
can't liveThanks for tomorrow, 'cause I've had
enoughWell, it'd do me just fine to make it through the
nightOn liquor I spent my last dime