Whiskey and Records
The world is dying but I'm not crying
I won't think about it, won't think about it again
I'm all alone now, nobody here now
This solitude is ringing through my head
Can't even come close to getting the guts tonight
To face this one alone when I think about last night
Blacked out drunk, still feeling lonely, it's all kind of blurry
Fucked up and tense like this town
The world is dying but I'm not crying
I won't think about it, won't think about it again
Time slows to stalling, feels like I'm falling
This solitude's ringing through my head
Can't even come close to getting the guts tonight
To face this one alone when I think about last night
Blacked out drunk, still feeling lonely, it's all kind of blurry
Fucked up and tense like this town
Well, I can't hear it, I can't hear it, I can't hear it, I can't hear it
The silence drowned out by Wilson Pickett
I can't hear it, I can't hear it, I can't hear it, I can't hear it
The silence drowned out by, "HE'S A SHITHEAD!"
Can't even come close to getting the guts tonight
To face this one alone when I think about last night
Blacked out drunk, still feeling lonely, it's all kind of blurry
Fucked up and tense like this town
Contemplate my sanity to "Soul Dance Number Three"
By "Build for Speed" I start to feel okay
Think I'll pull myself away, have another drink today
It's whiskey and records again
Yeah, whiskey and records again
Yeah, whiskey and records again
Yeah, whiskey and records again, again
I won't think about it, won't think about it again
I'm all alone now, nobody here now
This solitude is ringing through my head
Can't even come close to getting the guts tonight
To face this one alone when I think about last night
Blacked out drunk, still feeling lonely, it's all kind of blurry
Fucked up and tense like this town
The world is dying but I'm not crying
I won't think about it, won't think about it again
Time slows to stalling, feels like I'm falling
This solitude's ringing through my head
Can't even come close to getting the guts tonight
To face this one alone when I think about last night
Blacked out drunk, still feeling lonely, it's all kind of blurry
Fucked up and tense like this town
Well, I can't hear it, I can't hear it, I can't hear it, I can't hear it
The silence drowned out by Wilson Pickett
I can't hear it, I can't hear it, I can't hear it, I can't hear it
The silence drowned out by, "HE'S A SHITHEAD!"
Can't even come close to getting the guts tonight
To face this one alone when I think about last night
Blacked out drunk, still feeling lonely, it's all kind of blurry
Fucked up and tense like this town
Contemplate my sanity to "Soul Dance Number Three"
By "Build for Speed" I start to feel okay
Think I'll pull myself away, have another drink today
It's whiskey and records again
Yeah, whiskey and records again
Yeah, whiskey and records again
Yeah, whiskey and records again, again
Credits
Writer(s): Brad Lokkesmoe
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