Whisky neat and wine gums (real ones!) Brandy on my mind, in my blood, In my liver (like a river..) Walking under water, short of breath. My Speech is sort of slurred. It's a blur, much too late for turning back Now...I'm drowning, drowning, drowning with my friends in the station, in The gutter. Parties on the patio with patronising friends who slap me on The back, say `have another'! you'll recover...Cover up the cracks. I'm Blacking out. Keep on spinning, grinning - I know I'll never win this Fight. I'm drowning, drowning, drowning with my friends in the station, in The gutter. Stinking rich and sinking pitchers full of slivowitz. It gives Me fits and makes me spit in pits a poison. It annoys them. It destroys Them - but they let me keep on drowning. Yes I'm drowning, drowning. Drowning with my friends in the station, in the gutter.
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