They
say
you
shouldn’t
write
when
drunk
But
what
else
will
help
deal
with
this
funk?
At
least
beer
allows
me to
release
that
valve
And my
heart,
somewhere
along
the
line,
to
salve
Nonsense
When
the
wine
is in
The
wit
is
out
And
it’s a
good
job
To
be
honest
As
what
else
Would
we talk
about?
(Not So) Happy Hour
Drinking
beer
When
it’s
just
you
Is
not
as
fun
As
drinking
with
two
With A Twist
Is
it
too
early
to start
drinking
She
asked
As
this
is
too
much
to bear
That’s
exactly
what
I was
thinking
He
said
As
he
pulled
up a
chair
99 Bottles
The
only
way
I know
That
the
weekend
is here
Is to
put
on my
favourite
record
And
sink
a crate
of beer
Bottleneck
Fill it
up to
the top
So that
I can
drink
again
I want to
feel the
pleasure
And to
forget
the pain
Bottomless
Desperate
timesCall for
desperate
measuresSo toss
that
jigger
awayAnd
pour
Pre Booked Fun
Are you
sure I
have to
come out
tonight
As I
really
can’t
be
arsed
Apart
from
anything
my face is
a fright
And the
will
to get
dressed
is sparse
Sleep Well?
I dreamt
I was
pulling
little
red
spiders,
from
deep
inside
my nose.Why we
were
drinking
absinthe
before
bed,
who
the
fuck
knows!
‘Drink Me’
I
really
should
just stop
now
I am
totally
out of
control
It seems
I have
well and
truly
fallen
Down the
proverbial
rabbit
hole
One For The Road
I’m
starting
to feel
betterWith
each
round
that
passesAs my
sorrows
are
drownedBy now
empty
shot
glasses
Last Orders
Is that
really
it
There’s
nothing
more?
She asks
while
falling
to the
floor
We’ve
drunk
it all
The
well
is dry
He
exclaims
with a
tear in
his eye
Possibilities
I’m
going out
tonightTo
remind
myself
to liveI’m also
hoping to
forgetWhat I
know
I can’t
forgive
Legless
Play that song
one more time
She
said
And pour me
another drink
I want to
feel something
She
said
And I don’t want
to have to think
Another Please, Barkeep
Drinking again.
Most likely until I’m sick.
You’d have thought,
By now,
That I’d had enough of this.
Taxi Home
Stumbling
home
Drunk
again
When will
I learn
Alcohol
is not
My best
friend
For Whom The Bell Tolls
I’m not ashamed
to admit
I shed a tear or
two last night
As the clock
struck twelve
It was all
a bit shit
Sitting here
all night
And drinking
by myself
Christmas Punch
Eat, drink and be merry.
Or just drink.
I know I am.
Self Inflicted
I’m not
moving
from
my bed
today
At least
until this
hangover
goes
away
Then
I’ll curl
up on my
favourite
armchair
And eat
crisps
all night
without
a care
The Office Party
Bloody hell
My head is sore
I shouldn’t have stayed
For ‘just one more’
Dinnertime
I’ll never
go back
there
againThey
can all
just get
to fuckI’ve no
desire
to talk
to themAs with
my heart
they’ve
ran amuck
