He thought of life as tricky from the start,
And he made up lies to escape from [bad word] of heart,
And he always used one thing when he fell apart,
When life was bad his free hand would pour from the whiskey tank
And he goes on down

Well I've known so many people now that I don't remember names,
And at times I've fallen weak, blind led by false and wicked claims,
All the time I thought I knew about the forces lay unseen,
When I'm confused I clear my head with vodka's purity
And I go on down