Drinkers, Inc. - Gama Bomb

If you’re on the scratcher and you’re sitting on your hole

Take heart, you better get smart

If you’ve only got a fiver and you wanna lose control

Be wise, you gotta improvise

At the bottom of the fridge you’ll find the answer to your prayers

Drink it neat, take it down to the street

Bargain basement booze that’ll give you curly hairs

Ice cold, Dutch Gold

Busted jocks

Wasted nights

Empty pockets

Tools and pipes

Sleeping rough

Jocks and hash

Toothless nights

Out of cash

Bless me father for I have gin

It went straight to my head

Drunk all day

Drunk all night

I’m tired and I wanna go to bed

In the great outdoors in the middle of December

Numb toes with your ass exposed

Throwing up in the canal, it’s a night you won’t remember

Rites of passage feeling massive

Your tongue goes numb you got smoke in your eye

Pouring down your neck, you’re a wreck

Drinking under bridges because such you’re a classy guy

Feeling right, getting super tight

Busted jocks

Wasted nights

Empty pockets

Tools and pipes

Sleeping rough

Jocks and hash

Toothless nights

Out of cash

Bless me father for I have gin

It went straight to my head

Drunk all day

Drunk all night

I’m tired and I wanna go to bed

Next day when you wake up and you feel like human dirt

On the bathroom tiles, can’t smile

Curry from the chipper down the front of your shirt

Such bright light, it’s just not right

Piecing it together like columbo on a case

Your brain is shot, crying quite a lot

There’s only one solution to the terror on your face

Another can’s your only man

Busted jocks

Wasted nights

Empty pockets

Tools and pipes

Sleeping rough

Jocks and hash

Toothless nights

Out of cash

Bless me father for I have gin

It went straight to my head

Drunk all day

Drunk all night

I’m tired and I wanna go to bed

Bless me father for I have gin

It went straight to my head

Drunk all day

Drunk all night

I’m tired and I wanna go to bed