At the bottom of an empty gla** See myself going nowhere fast And the barman tells me it's time to leave But I haven't got time to care If I have so much love to give Where is that will to live? Maybe you old friend will show me how Come here pull up a chair I get paid, paid to get drunk Spend my money on any old junk And every morning k**s my soul At the end, the end of each day Every drink is directed my way Well every morning k**s my soul Sports plays on the corner screen This feels like a movie scene And I'm long past done with clichés and all My eyes are much to blurred This is how I live my life Escaping worries, eternal strife And I'll try to talk to anyone But my speech is much too slurred I get paid, paid to get drunk Spend my money on any old junk And every morning k**s my soul At the end, the end of each day Every drink is directed my way Well every morning k**s my soul Oh ah oh Oh ah Oh oh oh Ah ah ah At the bottom of an empty gla** See myself going nowhere fast And the barman tells me it's time to leave But I haven't got time to care