The Bottle

i got nothing to do tonight where's the bottle? i got nothing to do tomorrow where's the bottle? i got nothing to do because the bottle i got nothing to do all day where's the bottle? ma took it all away hid it somewhere in the house i'll get it, there's no doubt it's just a matter of time and hiding places when i feel a little down where's the bottle? when i feel a little up where's the bottle? when i dwell on my sideways curse where's the bottle? when and where and how and what and who and how and when and where and what and how and why and how and how and how and how never had a real good friend except the bottle talk to him, he always listens he's the bottle lug around with my arms to the ground lug around with the bottle never much liked the taste of it where's the bottle? craig wanted me to smoke some weed no, i got the bottle vic asked me why i don't read hell, i got the bottle teacher wondered why i'm so depressed nah, i've got the bottle but where the hell could it be where's the bottle? when and where and how and what and who and how and when and where and what and how and why and how and how and how and how and how and how and how and how and how and how... (anti-alcohol sentiment? i don't know, you tell me.)