Deep In The Bottle lyrics

by

HANGMAN’S CHAIR


Every morning is the same
Running aground a desperate bed

A bitter taste of vice
An epileptic thirst

Liquor is my savior and in the bottle I go deeper and deeper

Going down the drain
The need I feel is like a slow death

A bitter taste of vice
An epileptic thirst

Liquor is my savior and in the bottle I go deeper and deeper

A whiskey suicide, this bitter taste of vice
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