All My Friends Are Alcoholics
I arrived one day too late
with one bag and a head full of hate
met Old Paisley there for a drink
Home-made bread and kitchen sink
And I can love that first cigarette
And a coffee for my head
Throw our feelings out on the floor
Kill red wine then kill some more
And All my friends are Alcoholics
So no sleep for three whole weeks
I've got a cold and broken teeth
and a heart that's grown a hole
and old St Pauly's got my soul
I'm in the local at that bar
with cold feet from a broken glass
and an arm around my friend
let's take one more drink so this don't end
All my friends are alcoholics
with all their talk of getting old,
they're all brown and grey and gold
All my friends are alcoholics
So take heed of my advice
it don't matter if you're nice
or you're nasty or alone
or you're a guest in someone's home
just take one drink every day
and pretty soon you'll hear them say
that you're welcome straight back in
with your beer or bourbon or coke or gin
All my friends are alcoholics
with all their talk of getting old
they're all brown and grey and gold
All my friends are alcoholics
with one bag and a head full of hate
met Old Paisley there for a drink
Home-made bread and kitchen sink
And I can love that first cigarette
And a coffee for my head
Throw our feelings out on the floor
Kill red wine then kill some more
And All my friends are Alcoholics
So no sleep for three whole weeks
I've got a cold and broken teeth
and a heart that's grown a hole
and old St Pauly's got my soul
I'm in the local at that bar
with cold feet from a broken glass
and an arm around my friend
let's take one more drink so this don't end
All my friends are alcoholics
with all their talk of getting old,
they're all brown and grey and gold
All my friends are alcoholics
So take heed of my advice
it don't matter if you're nice
or you're nasty or alone
or you're a guest in someone's home
just take one drink every day
and pretty soon you'll hear them say
that you're welcome straight back in
with your beer or bourbon or coke or gin
All my friends are alcoholics
with all their talk of getting old
they're all brown and grey and gold
All my friends are alcoholics
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Writer(s): Michael Noga
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