Intro: 
Jesus, why don't you have a [bad word] drink? 
Cause you're driving everybody crazy with this [bad word] .. 

We get wasted on a regular basis, 
party ‘til we’re red in the faces, 
Dance, revving the basses, 
‘cause we hollow, we ain’t ready to face it. 
I’m addicted to little things : 
Nictone’s in my genes, but I’m mainly a liquor fiend. 
Never giving in, never living clean, 
never really listening, when I hear my liver SCREAM. 
Water is forbidden, it’s forfeiting. 
It’s friday night, so release the force within. 
Do what you want’cause you’re living, 
and what you say will be forgotten or forgiven. 
One sip, Two sips, Three sips, Four, 
One bottle, Two bottles, we need more. 
Liquor stores greet me open-armed, 
so I boycott water for something strong. 
 [bad word] fill me up) 

When a week’s trouble rebuttals, we guzzle 
to release a puddle of puke and see double. 
Some beef, some snuggle, some people cuddle, 
some black out ’til they can’t repiece the puzzle. 
Next day I’m in a critical state, chemical waste’s 
in my kidneys and my vision’s opaque, 
my ligaments shake, shiver and ache, 
my liver inflates and my belly won’t give me a break. 
I feel like the bottom of the bottle ‘cause I’m hollow 
and I gotta swallow plenty ‘cause my body full of sorrow. 
Bottoms up ! That’s the motto, 
and I tell the bar tender I’ll be back tomorrow. 
It ain’t hard to catch or follow, 
I spend cash like I cracked the lotto,  [bad word] my head up ‘til i stagger and waddle home 
and I tell myself : 
From One glass of water to Two, Three, Four, 
You can be sure I won’t drink no more, 
My best friend is Evian 
until I boycott water again… 
From One glass of water to Two, Three, Four, 
You can be sure I won’t drink no more, 
My best friend is Evian 
until I boycott water again… For something strong ! 
 [bad word] fill me up, drink me down » 
(One sip, two sips, three sips, four/ 
One bottle two bottles, we need more)