Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing
Disturbance going to crucify my days
And the nighttime is a time of little use
For I just get ugly and older
I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose
I get bombed for dinner time and tea
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
I'm a genuine example of a social disease
Well that is when she isn't in my arms
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness
But my liquor also helps to grease her palms
And they're falling apart at the seams
Well I just get high on tequila
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams
- Funeral for a Friend/Love..
- Candle in the Wind
- Bennie And The Jets
- Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
- This Song Has No Title
- Grey Seal
- Jamaica Jerk Off
- I've Seen That Movie Too
- Sweet Painted Lady
- The Ballad Of Danny Baile..
- Dirty Little Girl
- All The Girls Love Alice
- Your Sister Can't Twiest ..
- Saturday Night's Alright ..
- Roy Rodgers
- Social Disease