Quitting time again and I’m feeling sick
There’s an open tab out there waiting for me
With a case of the shakes
You know it’s five o’clock somewhere
You know it’s perdition, living in pain
You know this was good enough for our fathers
You know how to shoot’em and keep a straight face
So come on down, man, we’ll knock back some rounds
Get fucked up enough to forget our own names
Oh, this grind again, it makes a man sick
Ain’t a lick of hope in the day-to-day
Need something to take the edge off
I aim to get faded before the light fades
Now let me raise a toast
To the spirit of spirits, the body’s decay
You’re not gonna heal, so go anesthetic
And break that wax seal; this bottle’s on me
Reeling and retching
Sick in the sink
Whose ass do I gotta kiss
Around here to cop a drink?
Fuck you, tryna to cut me off
Oh, I’ve had enough?
Is that what you think?
Listen: if I wanna kill myself slow
That’s my God-given right
What moron would miss this hell?
What’s the cure for a dead-end life?
Now give me my goddamn medicine
Fill up my cup
It’s quitting time again for me
So bottoms up