Stomp Clap Drink

Oh I can't carry you no longer
Pick up your feet put your back to the wind and face the daylight and all
of our sins
I know that I've carried you farther
We've fucked up harder, been paper thin
We'll hold our breath as we raise a glass to that whisky you're drowning in

Oh, I think you're drowning

We all burn out and we pray like hell
May the good lord take us from this prison cell
There's always one more bottle, and the comfort we love so well

Yeah, well I think you're drowning
I'll sing about it

Well you pissed on the floor again
Feels like you're living in foreign skin
You'd best be tossin' the bottle in
I think you're drowning