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Drinkin again,
Im not thinkin ahead,
I got that shrinking feeling,
That only grows larger,
Day by day,
Loggers buy lager.
And Im still sitting here,
Writing my will with a cockatoo quill,
The one thing I own,
One thing thats not on loan,
One thing I havent sold, yet.
Its so easy just to fuck it all
and go for the mersyndol,
Or something stronger to get me back
on the wagon I just fell off of,
Another swig,
One last gulp,
One more tablet to pop,
Anything to get me to start
working on what Ive been putting off.
And Im still sitting here...[x2] i
Im on a boat that doesnt float,
And I cant swim,
Thats the predicament that Im currently wrestling with and Im going to win,
and Im going to win,
and Im going to win,
and I wont be pinned.