My life ain't nothing but sex and whiskey
That ain't as fun as it sounds
Seeing the same old face in every girl who will miss me
When the morning sun rolls around
Getting wasted
And wasting life
Writing songs that I can't sing
And singing songs I couldn't write
Out of time
Without a key
I've got'em standing in line
But that line ain't as long as it used to be
My life ain't nothing but sex and whiskey
That ain't as fun as it sounds
Seeing the same old face in every girl who will miss me
When the morning sun rolls around
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