Song Description
This alcoholic watches people suffer of his disorder, his inability to quit. Even his own family die, but none of it is enough reason to bring himself back to the sober, unidemensional world he grew up in.
| Song Length |
3:16 |
Genre |
Rock - Hard Rock, Rock - Modern |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Irritated, Aggressive |
Subject |
Danger |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
This shit is killing me
This shit is killing me
I've wasting all my youth
Drunk with apathy
My friends keep asking me
Are you ok man, your eyes are glazing
My Generation addicted to sensation
We're throwing caution to the wind
I'm feeling so alive, we're driving 105
The crash is coming, are we high enough to fly or die?
(Chorus)
So Drink a bottle of Jack, a bottle of Jack, whiskey in the morning.
This shit is killing me, shit is killing me, common common
I used to dream, but now it seems, my lucky stars are gone
I never wanted to hide from life, but a crash is harder on the otherside
I can't stop my heart from racing
I can't stop my hands from shaking
I guess I'll drink it till I numb it all away
Oh this morning sickness reminds me of the vicious
Cycle that i'm stuck inside
One shot of liquid courage, it keeps me so discouraged,
Hands shaking like Grandpa?s when he died at 65
Drink a bottle of Jack, a bottle of Jack, whiskey in the morning.
This shit is killing me, this shit is killing me...