I stumble down the street on a saturday morning
Like a million times before
Every sound's pounding like a drum of war
Wishing lord that I was stoned
I'm going down town
In a desperate attempt to cure the blues i found
Down town
In a desperate attempt to pick myself off the ground
I see the bar through the haze
Of last night's disgrace
I love the early opening hours
Hey bartender, that's a face I remember
I know you like a brother
I'm going down town
In a desperate attempt to cure the blues i found
Down town
In a desperate attempt to pick myself off the ground
I spent more hours sitting here alone
Than I ever spent at home
Lying about the fire that once burned in my soul
Drunken tales of rock'n'roll
I'm going down town
In a desperate attempt to cure the blues i found
Down town
In a desperate attempt to pick myself off the ground
I'm gonna break down
I'm drunker than ever,
I'm not a man – I'm a clown
Break down
And it's plainly too late,
To rise from the ground

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