Well I walked down the road been home about a week
I met a few friends so I stopped for a drink
I drank and I drank 'till I couldn't take no more
My eyes went hazy and I fell to the floor

I went down down down
Down down down
Down down down
Down down down down again

I was just set free and I couldn't stand the pace
Of the hustle and the bustle they call the human race
People tried to help me I really thought we'd won
But I flew to the bottle like a bullet from a gun


Won't someone give me water
My throat is kinda dry
Head is really heavy, tired are my eyes

If I had my time over I promise I'd be good
And do all the things that a good boy should
If this is the way that God treats an honest guy
I don't wanna go to heaven, Lord I wanna die