Текст песни Murder Drinking - Rifle

There's nothing you can teach me 'bout the bending of the wrist
Drink myself to sleep each night and always wake up pissed
I prefer to view the world through the bottom of a glass
Obliterate the future while I forget the past

Hammered-stammered-legless-in my cups
Scarred and mangled, tip, tip, tip it up
Murder drinking! Murder drinking!
Murder drinking! Murder drinking!

Drink to kill the pain, drink to forget
Drink to all your reasons, there's your reason not to quit
Drink to all the dreams that you lost along the way
Drink up another night and sleep through another day

Battered-gattered, three sheets to the wind
In the horrors, piss-drunk and wrecked again
Murder drinking! Murder drinking!
Murder drinking! Murder drinking!

Did I have a family once? I cannot recall
They got tired of waiting up for me until last call
I drank through all my friends so now I'm drinking by myself
I've got all the friends I need there on the bottom shelf

Trashed and troubled, tore up and tanked and stewed
Twisted, blotto, blitzed and bombed and screwed
Murder drinking! Murder drinking!
Murder drinking! Murder drinking!