(Jeff Worley/Jimmy Stiff)
I feel no pain
The battle is my ball and chain
Am I insane?
My breath smells like kerosene
Don’t look at me
I’m a sight for sore eyes to see
I can’t believe I’m a walking talking misery
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Brain drain 190 grain
It’s not the caine, not the mary jane
But the golden grain
Don’t you touch my bottle
You might drop it break it then I die
If life’s worth living, why do I always cry the blues?
Don’t you pray for me
I don’t need your fucking sympathy
Just a little drink, it means about the same to me
Yea
Brain drain 190 grain
Am I insane? Will I ever change?
Brain drain 190 grain
It’s not the caine, not the mary jane, but the golden grain
I’m a redneck punk
Can’t remember when I wasn’t drunk
People say I stink
I don’t care what they think no
No colored whiskey
I don’t drin kthat rock and rye
Pass that 190
And I’ll say bye-bye
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