A.A. Lyrics
| Song | A.A. |
| Artist | Poison Idea |
| Album | Pig's Last Stand |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Jerry A | |
| Bottle, bottle, on the wall, who's the drunkest of us all? | |
| Set yourself up for the fall, who's a slave to alcohol, | |
| I know a place where you can go, you'll probably see no one that you know, | |
| A few minutes will make you think you probably need another drink. | |
| They said that | |
| I had a disease, | |
| I asked them, "What?" if they please, | |
| I asked them what the fuck they meant, | |
| Victim of the six percent, | |
| Now I'm so ashamed of it, | |
| I guess it's time that | |
| I quit. I saw a friend the other day, getting out of | |
| N.A. He was looking really good, that made me think of myself, | |
| I care about my worthless friends, don't like to see them kill themselves, | |
| Get so strung out they lose all hope, why do you think they call it dope? | |
| Trembling hands, blooodshot eyes, propose a toast to my demise. | |
| God gave me this liver, | |
| I didn't know he was an indian giver. |
| zuo ci : Jerry A | |
| Bottle, bottle, on the wall, who' s the drunkest of us all? | |
| Set yourself up for the fall, who' s a slave to alcohol, | |
| I know a place where you can go, you' ll probably see no one that you know, | |
| A few minutes will make you think you probably need another drink. | |
| They said that | |
| I had a disease, | |
| I asked them, " What?" if they please, | |
| I asked them what the fuck they meant, | |
| Victim of the six percent, | |
| Now I' m so ashamed of it, | |
| I guess it' s time that | |
| I quit. I saw a friend the other day, getting out of | |
| N. A. He was looking really good, that made me think of myself, | |
| I care about my worthless friends, don' t like to see them kill themselves, | |
| Get so strung out they lose all hope, why do you think they call it dope? | |
| Trembling hands, blooodshot eyes, propose a toast to my demise. | |
| God gave me this liver, | |
| I didn' t know he was an indian giver. |
| zuò cí : Jerry A | |
| Bottle, bottle, on the wall, who' s the drunkest of us all? | |
| Set yourself up for the fall, who' s a slave to alcohol, | |
| I know a place where you can go, you' ll probably see no one that you know, | |
| A few minutes will make you think you probably need another drink. | |
| They said that | |
| I had a disease, | |
| I asked them, " What?" if they please, | |
| I asked them what the fuck they meant, | |
| Victim of the six percent, | |
| Now I' m so ashamed of it, | |
| I guess it' s time that | |
| I quit. I saw a friend the other day, getting out of | |
| N. A. He was looking really good, that made me think of myself, | |
| I care about my worthless friends, don' t like to see them kill themselves, | |
| Get so strung out they lose all hope, why do you think they call it dope? | |
| Trembling hands, blooodshot eyes, propose a toast to my demise. | |
| God gave me this liver, | |
| I didn' t know he was an indian giver. |
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