I went out to the bar last night
looking to drown my sorrow
I sat in the glow of neon light
who care about how I will feel tomorrow
I down a few drinks and start to feel good
going home after this next drink
I know in my stomach I probably should
just go visit the neighborhood shrink
So I sit at the bar and talk to the giver
of the drinks that I have found
are the cause of this ungodly shiver
oh how many have I already downed
My mouth full of pizza a thought strikes like a sword
Damn if this doesn't taste like "recycled cardboard"
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