Next time I fall down I won’t rise. 
I lay down and die, I close my eyes. 
‘Cause there’s nothing left for me except these hurting feet, this hurting head. 
Kick my ribs I don’t care... I just don’t care! 
Like Nicholas Cage in Leaving Las Vegas,
but there’s no Elisabeth Shue and all that cash.

It might seem fun to you, but NO. 
I’m [bad word] fed up with this show. 
I’ve gone too far.
I just can’t stop...until I drop
I’m gonna drink myself to death. 
Smell the whiskey in my last breath

Next time I fall down I won’t rise.
Next time I fall down I won’t rise.
Next time I fall down I won’t rise.
Next time I fall down I won’t rise.

I’m gonna drink myself to death.
Smell the whiskey in my last breath

DRINK MY SELF TO DEATH