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Anonymous alcoholic

You walk in the room
The folks are all there
With glasses in hand
But you can't take the band
So you head for the bar
The barman's well stocked
He knows where you're at
He offers a drink
But you can't take none of that
(No you can't take none of that)
Everybody's having fun
So why be the one
Who's out in the cold
It's not good enough
You made a deal with yourself
You said you'd never take another drop
Your craving's big, your livers shot
You'd give a million for a solitary drop
You take your first belt
It tastes like pure hell
The second one drops
Intentions are shot
Well you think you might as well
You take another sip
You get to likin' it
The music sounds hip
So you head for the floor
(So you head for the floor)
Yea yea yea yea yea
Well you step out on the dance floor
And you grab at your boss's wife
You've been longing to hold her close
For the whole of your working life
And the band played on
Move your ass
Well your hostess is lookin' mad
As your hands start to wander
And your boss is gonna get you now
He's gonna put you six feet under
You get walked out the door
And your feet don't touch the floor
You're never gonna see 'em no more
The dawn starts to break
Your heads a big ache
You're lyin' in bed
You're back from the dead
And your mouth feels like old leather
(Old leather)
Never do it again
(You'll never do it again)
Everyone was havin' fun
But you were the one
Kicked out in the cold
You slept in your clothes
You let 'em down
Down at the club
You know your confidence got to take the rub
Your boss is sore
You've had your chance
He says he never wants to see you again
Don't wanna see you again
(Don't wanna see you again)
You've got to dry out
The boys have found out
It's the end of the line
But it's martini time
So you head for the bar..r...r..r..r..r

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You walk in the room 
The folks are all there 
With glasses in hand 
But you can't take the band 
So you head for the bar 
The barman's well stocked 
He knows where you're at 
He offers a drink 
But you can't take none of that 
(No you can't take none of that) 
Everybody's having fun 
So why be the one 
Who's out in the cold 
It's not good enough 
You made a deal with yourself 
You said you'd never take another drop 
Your craving's big, your livers shot 
You'd give a million for a solitary drop 
You take your first belt 
It tastes like pure hell 
The second one drops 
Intentions are shot 
Well you think you might as well 
You take another sip 
You get to likin' it 
The music sounds hip 
So you head for the floor 
(So you head for the floor) 
Yea yea yea yea yea 
Well you step out on the dance floor 
And you grab at your boss's wife 
You've been longing to hold her close 
For the whole of your working life 
And the band played on 
Move your ass 
Well your hostess is lookin' mad 
As your hands start to wander 
And your boss is gonna get you now 
He's gonna put you six feet under 
You get walked out the door 
And your feet don't touch the floor 
You're never gonna see 'em no more 
The dawn starts to break 
Your heads a big ache 
You're lyin' in bed 
You're back from the dead 
And your mouth feels like old leather 
(Old leather) 
Never do it again 
(You'll never do it again) 
Everyone was havin' fun 
But you were the one 
Kicked out in the cold 
You slept in your clothes 
You let 'em down 
Down at the club 
You know your confidence got to take the rub 
Your boss is sore 
You've had your chance 
He says he never wants to see you again 
Don't wanna see you again 
(Don't wanna see you again) 
You've got to dry out 
The boys have found out 
It's the end of the line 
But it's martini time 
So you head for the bar..r...r..r..r..r