Butthole Surfers — Alcohol

Alcohol It burns my lips, so Alcohol It’s a son of a bitch, so Alcohol It burns my lips, so Alcohol It’s a son of a gun Hey, hey, baby don’t you think I really am, I gotta know Late last summer, don’t you know I saw it coming? Didn’t hear it on the radio Alcohol It burns my lips, so Alcohol It’s a son of a bitch, so Alcohol It burns my lips, so Alcohol It’s a son of a gun Hey, hey, baby don’t you really, really ever understand? Late last summer, don’t you know it was a bummer? Don’t you believe it got a little out of hand? Why, why, darling does he always ever feel the same? Everywhere I turn, don’t you know I love the burnin' Goddamn it, I’m going insane Alcohol It burns my lips, so Alcohol It’s a son of a bitch, so Alcohol It burns my lips, so Alcohol It’s a son of a gun Hey, hey, baby don’t you think I really am, I gotta know Late last summer, don’t you know I saw it coming? Didn’t hear it on my radio Alcohol It burns my lips, so Alcohol It’s a son of a bitch, so Alcohol It burns my lips, so Alcohol It’s a son of a gun Why, why daughter, don’t you think I know it’s time to go? You should have seen it coming, and I know you’re kind of bumming But at least you got my stereo Hey, hey, baby doll, you know all I have to do is call I took a lot of pain but you know I’ve got a friend And his name is alcohol