drinking + puking + more drink + writing =

Drinkers we are
And drinkers we'll be
Untill we're six feet under
Then you'll see

Come on girl
You've got one thing to loose
I guess that's just the beauty of booze

I'm the one the you want
I'm the one you'll choose
And You are the one
that i will abuse

And I'm so sure
Your personallity is sweet
Like suger lumps
Or cocaine bumps
From you head down to your knees

Just come with me
There's no need for worries
Just come with me
And paint your face with memories

So get down on your knees
Palms on the floor
There's just no time to tease
You stupid fucking whore

On hand at your waist
Your only getting wetter
Ill lean in close
And whisper "your sister was better"