Here I go How long can I drag this thing on? It feels like someone pissed inside my soul Spent my life perfecting desperation Never gave a damn about self control And if the bottom dropped out of hell I'd be too low down to even tell Gotta keep on living 'cause dead men can't get drunk No, they can't get drunk Singing songs about the good old crucifixion They never said don't try this at home Well, on an endless anthem of self mass destruction Gotta keep on living 'cause dead men can't get drunk No, they can't get drunk How long can I drag this thing on? It feels like someone pissed inside my soul And on an endless anthem to the mass self-destruction Well, I don't know, it's ready to go And if the bottom dropped out of hell I'd be too low down to even tell Gotta keep on living 'cause dead men can't get drunk No, they can't get drunk, no So nail me up the best you can Just put a cold one in my hand