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Oh no, another day beginsCalenders and wristwatches are counting down my sinsConstruction trucks outside are piling up the yearsAfter 25 the brides leave the single girls in tearsGod bless them, god bless them all'Cause we've heard about what happens when their engine stallsThe tallest ones are mauled in the falls of the MidwestThe quiet ones are farmed out to businessmen's requestsAnd osteoperosis gets the restThey'll remember her best as charming and good-lookingThough they wouldn't take her now for all the beer in BrooklynHer cooking is her pride but she sits alone for dinnerIn the dark under faded posters of Lew AlcindorThe local red-eyed bottles have settled in for the winterBut you won't see me thereI can't raise my glass and the others never caredI'll drink my morning coffee without Irish and I will make amendsI miss the bottle, I miss my friendsI miss the bottle, I miss my friendsHip-hop saved my life that summer, you wouldn't understand'Cause when I felt those beats cascade over the grandstandI felt like a man and you know a man gets thirstyBut the clerk at the A+P wouldn't sell to meI felt the crowbar in my handI got the liquor and the cops got meSongtexteWhile I was in the can my buddies were commandedTo clean up someone else's mess in AfghanistanThey never came homeNow I put each posthumous 'Pac release on their tombstonesTheir families hold my survival against meAnd I hold their religion against themAnd I hold my jacket against myselfLike an army blanket on a plane of wounded personnelAnd it doesn't seem rightTo go without cocktails on a bereavement fare flightThe stewardess smiles and tries to cheer me up as the plane descendsI miss the bottle, I miss my friendsI miss the bottle, I miss my friendsOh no, another evening endsAll the tired fertile women are leaving with their menJust cops and cabs remain as the city's lost its citizensI could drive you home 'cause that's the way I'm goingAnd no one likes driving the bridge aloneEven when it's retro-fitted you can hear the builders moanMy regrets pile up like cars behind traffic conesI'm not sure what I drove here forBut I can dream of walking you to your doorAnd I can leave my evening jacket crumpled on the floorAnd I'll forget you ever loved him and I'll forget that you still doAnd I can leave this life alone or I can spend what's left with youAnd I can call the cemetery to buy us adjacent spotsWe can adopt a Vietnamese kid to leave flowers at our lotsAnd darling you can pick the nameI can tell I'm talking insane I don't mean to offendI may never fall in love but I'm getting to the age at which I'm willing to pretendI miss the bottle, I miss my friendsI miss the bottle, I miss my friendsI miss the bottle, I miss my friendsI miss the bottle, I miss my friends Aus Songtexte Mania