Drink, drink, drink, drink some more I can't think Hey! What's in this drink? somebody...put something Somebody put something in my drink Somebody...
. Drink to the dead all you still alive We shall join them, in good time. Should you go crossing that silvery brook, It's best to leap before you look. Drink
in crying, braiding your hair, You say you got trouble, my friend has a fair, Don't tell me your troubles, I got enough of my own, Be thankful for living, drink
wounds with wine Drink these wounds dry And drink into vengeance Drinking wine from the wounds of our dead wives [x3] Lips once soft now razor sharp Body once warm now dead
breathing, just keep breathing) (Keep breathing my angel, if you go down I go with you) May I say I loved you more (Keep breathing, just keep breathing) So let's drink
Chorus:] We're Dead Men Drinking! Our brain cells call for help Hygiene's a stranger to us, we're Dead Men Drinking! We're Dead Men Drinking! Maybe delirious
for err'ybody that's done something from nothin' No grind, no shine, dress code, we pay no mind Cargo's and J's on, they let sun in, no blinds All I drink
one that the country picks Martin Van Burne, number eight For a one-term shot as Chief of State William Harrison, how do you praise? That guy was dead
And my stomach was soakin' wet, she only 5'2 And forty-eight hours was all before I showed up And brought a thousand dollars worth of drinks and got
an easy catch, you're dead wrong Gotta work on my seduction if you wanna get it on But if you think that I'm an easy catch, you're dead wrong Can I
we invented the telephone we made Yahtzee the light bulb, hockey and bred the greatest player's Gretzky to Crosby we all got at least one drinking buddy and after one drink
, so I cried too And my stomach was soakin' wet, she only 5'2" And 40 that was all before I showed up And brought a thousand dollars worth of drinks and
to sleep when you're dead 'Cause there isn't anything else to do but sleep I feel sorry for the dead I feel sorry for the dead I feel sorry for the dead
in your ying yang come along Well we broke down in Greenville in the middle of a hayfield But a Bud Light truck pulled up and helped us out So we dead
, come along Listen up Now L.A.?s got the freaks and Pink's and fifteen-dollar drinks And San Antonio is a wild wild rodeo And in Phoenix, Arizona, we drink
niggas on hit Fly to New York City, crack a Brooklyn bitch Light skinned nigga in the full ink mink Fuckin off chump change on bitches and drinks (
Let me tell ya a little story 'bout my homeboy Ed Use to drink every day, straight 40's to the head You try to snap on him, he'd ask what you said You
rape the dead Pistols clipped as the chamber's loaded full of lead Everyone in the crew knew what I said Would mean by morning, somebody else soon would be dead