Guzzling the rot gut 

Binging on the putrefied swill 

Total fucking mind rot 

Blind drunk and I’m dying to kill 



So fucking loaded I can’t get off the floor 

Three sheets are to the wind and I’m going for four 

I’m a total wreck, gotta lay off the booze 

And on top of that, I can’t find my shoes 

But what can you do? 



Gutbucket Blues!!! 



Waking in a cold sweat 

Feels like I need a new brain 

Overdid the Rot Gut 

And now I’m in incredible pain 



Retching up the effluvial brews 

Cursing my existence through a river of spew 

Fishy smelling bile to recycle and use 

And I could really use a drink when I’m through 

But what can you do? 



Gutbucket Blues!!!