Blackout

Room spinning, Lights dimming

All I hear is four on the floor

And 'Cuz I'm

Downing drinks like I'm counting sheep

I always get a heavier pour

If I remember everything, then I didn't drink, enough

Down and out, I filled my cup

Go round and round the nights still young

Without a doubt, I'll get fucked up

A-roundabout 'til my bell is rung

The Twilight zone of cheap Cologne and twenty dollar GNT's

So I'll just bring my own, Gin from home, in a rusty tin canteen

I drink alone, I get too stoned

Even better when the drugs are free

I'm known to booze until I'm counting sheep

And trading cheap, plastic insincerities

If I remember anything, then I didn't drink, enough

If I could ask for anything, I'd like a seventh drink in my cup

Down (Down) and out (Out), I filled my cup

Go round (round) and round (round) the nights still young

Without a doubt, I'll get fucked up

A-roundabout 'til my bell is rung

Down (Down) and out (Out), I filled my cup

Go round (round) and round (round) the nights still young

Without a doubt, I'll get fucked up

A-roundabout 'til my bell is rung

Down (Down) and out (Out)

Round (Round) and round (Round)

Without, a doubt

Roundabout 'til my bell is rung