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letra de drunk (demo) - the living tombstone

[verse 1: sam haft]
(just one drink) gonna keep it mellow
responsible night for a polite fellow
say h-llo to my friends and comrades
don’t tend to offend so i say, “perhaps”
(just two drinks) as a social courtesy
we can raise a glass to our past fraternity
it’s certainly a perfectly normal and formal get-together
but it’s been forever since we gathered so whatever
(just three drinks) for the sake of the old times
proceed with tequila shots with a dish full of cold limes
the whole nine
laughing, remembering all thе old lines
never usеd to work but i could give ’em another try
(just four drinks) ya know, take the edge off
i’ve had a hard week, i deserve to get sauced
pick up another round as my friends depart, and
they may not stick around but i just got started

[chorus: sam haft]
feel so much better than usual
i feel indisputable, oh
i think that i might be beautiful

[verse 2: sam haft]
(just five drinks) f-ckin’ treat myself
pour the dom perignon from the back of the top shelf
spend like god, put on airs to sell it
crowd pretends not to care, but i know they’re jealous
(just six drinks) let slip the dogs of war
i’m gonna start a f-ckin’ riot ’til i’m tossed out the front door
zero to sixty, i can turn on a dime
i’m hitting bottom and i’m feeling like committing a crime
(just eight drinks) maybe i’ve lost count?
i can’t remember the night, what i drank, or the amount
i’m fading in and out, my very consciousness is crumbling—
sorry, was i saying something?
(twelve drinks) strolling out of the hospital
is it hair of the dog if you stay drunk and don’t stop at all?
another night, losing it more than i can afford
was i just feeling bored? am i that insecure?
[chorus: sam haft]
feel so much better than usual
i feel indisputable, oh
but now i’m feeling so beautiful
don’t wake me up from this spell i’m under
if i’m still breathing
i know that i will be ugly when
i feel like myself again, oh
but now i’m feeling so beautiful

[post-chorus: sam haft]
my vision is blurry
as long as i’m thirsty
n0body can hurt me, hurt me, hurt me

[breakdown: sam haft]
bottle of scotch served on the rocks with a shot of cachaca
vodka, sake, kamikaze with a handle of sherry
a cherry brandy with a jaeger, chaser, champagne float
a bourbon, hot toddy in teacup of throat coat
martini, bellini, negroni, baileys, kahlua, sambuca
soju, paloma, mojito, gimlet, frangelico, guinness
tequila, manhattan, a margarita, old fashioned
dry vermouth and something i can’t taste ’cause i’m so trashed
soldiering over, i’m slower, shoulder-to-shoulder with no one
stumbling, sobering, making friends with a smoker
i know i’m less than upright, losing the fight with the ground
then someone hits the lights as they close for the night now
i try to look at heaven and i can’t see the stars
a billion-trillion eyes are winking as i walk between parked cars
metabolizing liquor while i’m losing my friends
i’m gonna hate myself tomorrow, then i’ll do it again
[outro: sam haft]
na-na-na, na-na-na-na
na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na
na-na-na, na-na-na-na
na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na
na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na-na

- the living tombstone

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