| I snuck in your bedroom | |
| To steal some change for booze | |
| But all I found were love notes | |
| From another... boy | |
| I need a drink | |
| I hit the streets | |
| I'm in a bar | |
| Tryin' to kill myself | |
| With old bush mills | |
| Beer and wine | |
| 'Cause I know when I get home you won't be there | |
| You won't be there | |
| And if you are | |
| All you're gonna do is lie to me | |
| You can't change the world | |
| And I won't try to change you | |
| So it's just another bottle | |
| Yeah, one more drink | |
| In a station, in D.C. | |
| A huge black man | |
| His eyes are full of love | |
| I think of you | |
| And is it any wonder | |
| All our years have brought | |
| Is a sort of pain | |
| And I'm sure I can do without | |
| You can't change the world | |
| And I won't try to change you | |
| So it's just another bottle | |
| Yeah, let's all have | |
| Yeah, one more drink | |
| You'll make nice | |
| And I'll play dumb | |
| Walk on me | |
| And asked me to come back | |
| I guess I will | |
| Or I'll be drunk again | |
| Worrying about the spins | |
| Yeah, I plan it that way | |
| So I don't have to wonder | |
| Wonder, where you are | |
| So... it's one more bottle | |
| Another drink before I hit the streets | |
| In my bed, all sick and alone | |
| Master of my own defeat |