Three o’clock in the morning But i cannot fall asleep I’ve done almost everything I’ve counted goats and sheep So i grab my car keys and go To the closest supermarket around To purchase the only product That makes me a little calm
I’ll take a bottle of scotch And i’ll lie with you Because i don’t have to go And i don’t want to leave you
Welcome to the bottom Of the bottom of the bottom Welcome to the gutter Of the gutter of the gutter Down under the heaven Of the heaven of the heaven Floating on the river Of the river of my life
I will point a soviet gun against my head I’ll push the trigger and i’ll see what happens next I am the eraser head Erasing things is the one thing That’s making me dead
Russian roulettes and persian carpets Are the birthday gifts from me to you
