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.)
Copyright © Val Murah | Year Posted 2007
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