From Gossip

Ever scince you said goodbye
I've had a reputation
I'm not drinking on the sly
I'm the star attraction
Every morining I wake up
Fill my cup and listen bitterly
To storys of me

They say a man is going 'round
He looks a lot like me
They say that man is going down
It's looking pretty likely
Every morning he wakes up
Fill's his cup and listens shamelessly
To storys of me

Everybody come on down
Set 'em up and pass 'em round
We're all here for a drowning

I was down at Baker's hall
I heard somebody talking
That's the last thing I recall
Then my mind went walking
I woke up with a heavy head
On a hard bed trying to belive
These storys of me

Yeah I woke up in a strangers bed
Wondering about the things she said to me
These stories of me