Drunk Twice Today

Three months in, I’ve been sending postcards from the road

Empty beers were last night’s cheap ashtray

Now, I don’t mind saying I am sorry

If I did the crime for which I have to pay

 

But I did nothing wrong

I didn’t know all along

That the girl in this bunk’s a fiancé (oh, Lord)

And I’ve already been drunk once today

 

2pm, I’m sippin’ beers off Bourbon and Canal

I thought to by my ex a negligée

I didn’t mind hearing she was leaving

‘cause I’d had it up to here, if I might say

 

Still I wrote her a song

While hittin’ on the drummer’s bong

It smells like skunk. Nice green hay (oh, Lord)

And I’ve already been drunk twice today

 

10pm, I clear the phlegm with whiskey neat (but short)

The lights go down and we begin to play

At the moment, some sobriety is soothing

Music is the way we misfits pray

 

This is where we belong

Back on the road we’re going strong

With a cooler full of ice; and by the way (oh, Lord)

I think that I might get drunk thrice today

 

I’ve already been drunk

And I’m still goddamn drunk

I’ve already been drunk three times today

 

That’s right