Following my instincts sanity, and falling out of touch
With reality so sacred, and my wings turning to rust
By the weekend, I am ready, to cut my problems loose
Signs of being inebriated are a burden on the truth
Because.
I am a, booze hound
I feel no pain
Quick to change, booze hound
Who's got the………..next round
Master of a false coherence, and a best friend of the blues
My consumption overtaking, on a fast track to defuse
Power hour, intoxicating, another round on the house
Try to resurrect my conscience, or continue on this ground
Repeat Chorus
Hung-over once again
I'm feeling short of oxygen
Why I do this to myself
An answer only time will tell
Repeat Chorus
