Blood-shot your eyes dropping
And the skin's all wearing thin
There's no one here to tell you about the depth of the water
Or the trouble that you're in
You're dancing with your demons, baby You forgot your former life
And it was hard to swim once
And now you're daily diving' in
All your kin have all gone on to fields all bathed in sun
And the only things left in your possession is an empty bottle and a gun
Anthem of those who are doing everything wrong, and know it.