Im counting back
The number of the steps
It took for me to get
Back on the wagon of the weekendIll use the auto timer to prove
That I'll get home with my imagination
If they find the body in the basement
In the very house that she was raised inIm taking down
The number of the times
So when we get the sign
From God, Ill be the first to call themIm taking back the number of the beast
'Cause six is not a pretty number
Eight or three are definitely better
A is for the address on the letterTo my alcoholic friendsIm trying hard
Not to be ashamed
Not to know the name
Of who is waking up beside meOr the date
The season or the city
But at least the ceilings very pretty
And if you are holding it against meIll be on my best behavior
Taking shots for mother nature
Once my fist is in the cupboard
Love is never falling over(One, two, three, four)
Should I choose a noble occupation?
If I did, Id only show up late
And sick, and they would stare at me with hatred
Plus my only natural talents wastedOn my alcoholic friends
My alcoholic friends
The party never ends
My alcoholic friends