Letra de Paid to Get Drunk
At the bottom of an empty glass See myself going nowhere fast And the barman tells me it's time to leave But I haven't got time to careIf I have so much love to give Where is that will to live? Maybe you old friend will show me how Come here pull up a chairI get paid, paid to get drunk Spend my money on any old junk And every morning kills my soul At the end, the end of each day Every drink is directed my way Well every morning kills my soulSports plays on the corner screen This feels like a movie scene And I'm long past done with clichés and all My eyes are much to blurredThis is how I live my life Escaping worries, eternal strife And I'll try to talk to anyone But my speech is much too slurredI get paid, paid to get drunk Spend my money on any old junk And every morning kills my soul At the end, the end of each day Every drink is directed my way Well every morning kills my soulOh ah oh Oh ah Oh oh oh Ah ah ahAt the bottom of an empty glass See myself going nowhere fast And the barman tells me it's time to leave But I haven't got time to care