over here he's hammered
over there he's ******
couldn't they think of anything better
than a mind-numbing bar all night long

that one there looks plastered
up against the wall
which ain't no laughing matter
especially if he doesn't make it home

this one is three sheets to the wind
in the air-conditioned breeze
there's one hugging the porcelain
dirt upon his knees

one is staggering by the door
is he heading in or heading out
wait a minute, he just hit the floor
going to be a while before we find that out

another day at the bar
another night of lost memories
where they don't care where they
as they order up one more drink