I'm an Alcoholic
Sittin' and sippin' and trippin'
I'm loving the ticking and clicking of watches
And watching the clutches of chickens
Choking the flipping of bodies, so sick
And repeating to myself
I'm quitting this dangerous living
I'm quitting!
I'm quitting!
There's no way out of here
There's no way out of here
Who told you that
There is a way out of here
There is a way out of here
You look better right now
Two hundred feet underground
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
Oh, oh... Oh, oh... Oh, oh...
Oh, oh... Oh, oh... Oh, oh...
The Devil has taken my token and thought it was broken
He took it to Brooklyn, where mama was cooking
And daddy provoking and shouting obscenities
Surely his gravity can't be depravity
'Cause we're just quitting
I'm quitting
He's quitting
There's no way out of here
There's no way out of here
Who told you that
There is a way out of here
There is a way out of here
I'll take care of you now
Two hundred feet underground
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
Oh, oh... Oh, oh... Oh, oh...
Oh, oh... Oh, oh... Oh, oh...
You think that you're on your own way
But you'll do what I say
I'm twisting shadows
Dancing in the moonshine
You're bound to just obey
But you'll be led astray
By your unrepentant superstition
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
Oh, oh... Oh, oh... Oh, oh...
(You'll do what I say, you'll do what I say)
Oh, oh... Oh, oh... Oh, oh...
(You'll do what I say, you'll do what I say)
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
(You'll do what I say, you'll do what I say)
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
(You'll do what I say, you'll do what I say)
Oh, oh... Oh, oh... Oh, oh...
(You'll do what I say, you'll do what I say)
Oh, oh... Oh, oh... Oh, oh...
(You'll do what I say, you'll do what I say)
I'm loving the ticking and clicking of watches
And watching the clutches of chickens
Choking the flipping of bodies, so sick
And repeating to myself
I'm quitting this dangerous living
I'm quitting!
I'm quitting!
There's no way out of here
There's no way out of here
Who told you that
There is a way out of here
There is a way out of here
You look better right now
Two hundred feet underground
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
Oh, oh... Oh, oh... Oh, oh...
Oh, oh... Oh, oh... Oh, oh...
The Devil has taken my token and thought it was broken
He took it to Brooklyn, where mama was cooking
And daddy provoking and shouting obscenities
Surely his gravity can't be depravity
'Cause we're just quitting
I'm quitting
He's quitting
There's no way out of here
There's no way out of here
Who told you that
There is a way out of here
There is a way out of here
I'll take care of you now
Two hundred feet underground
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
Oh, oh... Oh, oh... Oh, oh...
Oh, oh... Oh, oh... Oh, oh...
You think that you're on your own way
But you'll do what I say
I'm twisting shadows
Dancing in the moonshine
You're bound to just obey
But you'll be led astray
By your unrepentant superstition
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
Oh, oh... Oh, oh... Oh, oh...
(You'll do what I say, you'll do what I say)
Oh, oh... Oh, oh... Oh, oh...
(You'll do what I say, you'll do what I say)
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
(You'll do what I say, you'll do what I say)
I'm an alcoholic
I'm an addict, but sporadic
(You'll do what I say, you'll do what I say)
Oh, oh... Oh, oh... Oh, oh...
(You'll do what I say, you'll do what I say)
Oh, oh... Oh, oh... Oh, oh...
(You'll do what I say, you'll do what I say)
Credits
Writer(s): Laura Abela, Simone Gianmario Bertolotti
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