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We twist the lock like Romero's Grabbin and push, draggin a foot Like cavemen draggin a puss No money, no rent, no way, no bed Moved out, I'm on the couch, top to toe with the vest It's drinking all week, it's all of the money of the tour It's rinse and repeat, given the Oars dis' for the morgue It's beatin' that beach Drunk til sun, like Gary Busey Suck up and say "Babe", til she's saying "That's stupid" The city skipped in, I had a bad pigger Now I'm in the gutter, fuckin' broke Half a smoke from a Winnie cigga (Rhyme my blow???) last, but a jug glass Other lines of coke, give my liver time to soak pop Scott, kind of bloke, passed out in the car On the sun, cast out from the far Near this, blast out from the calm Like a child, squealing past The thought that we could chase that feeling, Ha! [Chorus:] I'm sorry that I'm drunk I'm sorry that I went I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week SongtexteBut that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be There's some things, some things that I'll never be I'm sorry that I'm drunk I'm sorry that I went I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be There's some things, some things that I'll never be Like a account over drawn (sheet?), over this Passed out on the lawn Getting poked by the neighbour's keeper stick Forgotten wallet, moss and lint Rent money, that's gone, yeah I know where it is I took it to the bar, and I invested in me At the gentleman's club, in the stripper's G You gotta see the bigger picture, a financial lesson, I put it back in the economy to fight the recession You know the score in the morning man Abhorring your yawning (You want to see that girl's breasts at four in the morning) And I got a girl, but if she let all of these whores in I'd have four in the morning, pourin' the chlorine at four in the morning Stealing and pouring, 'til I don't know the ceiling from flooring And if I'm kneeling and clawing, lost my keys in an oar limb(blows), so why they damn knocking on my door, like a Mormon at three in the morning, like? [Chorus:] I'm sorry that I'm drunk I'm sorry that I went I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be There's some things, some things that I'll never be I'm sorry that I'm drunk I'm sorry that I went I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be There's some things, some things that I'll never be Molly says Matt lives here, But every pay day it's like Jack lives here, with six cases of beer I'm a slave to that bottle bro, ain't change You can find my name under "Do not serve" at my Bottle-O Shit, Ain' even let my rent steep I need like four bottles, at one ninety a week Tell my landlord, his check will be there in spirit I'm on the to-do list with Jack, Johnnie and Chivas If sleep is the cousin of death, Then passed out is the step, rather drunk and a mess With gum on his breath, guzzling a tonne of regrets And neither cousin will be coming until nothing is left Money's like a new world, Imma hold it then drop it, Now eather, there's a hole in my pocket, Or someone's stolen my wallet. It pays interest in girls, The more you earn, the more you lose We live in the most simplest of worlds [Chorus:] I'm sorry that I'm drunk I'm sorry that I went I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be There's some things, some things that I'll never be I'm sorry that I'm drunk I'm sorry that I went I'm sorry that I'm broke and that it's rental week But that's, that's me, and that's all that I'll ever be There's some things, some things that I'll never be Fresh, I'm poor and I'm broke, most sense of the word An ex got rent, and it went to the birds I spent it on her, and went to the bar, and the rest on the breath test machine, because I'm taking the car I, my silly beat that will keep me from going under Yeah, that's wicked and all, just give me Triggy's number But rather, re-doubting about the way that I feel Because dirty money's still paying my bills, and that's real. (Thanks to Tim K. for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania