On my bike to the Liquorstore
Struck down by whiskey
Regrets are for tomorrow
Right now I want more

I lost my head
In drunken spirals
But I've got sticks
And drum away

A twitch, a twist
A ****** from the wrist
And we talked
And wrote a song

On the bike to the Liquorstore
Just bought sigarettes
Cause we smoked them all

Aint my time
Aint my turn
To feel ****
To let the bad unfurl