I sit on the floor
And I look at the door
My glass is still empty
As I drink like a whore

Two bottles I dried
Three more to go
And the glass is still empty
And I look at the door

The door opens now
Is it she?
Just the dog...
I shout at him, kick him
And sit on the floor

Third bottle goes down
And the glass is still dry
I'm crying and weeping
As I look at the door

An hour goes by
The fourth one I drink
And she doesn't come
While I look at the door

I take the last one
The bottle of kings
I pour it down
To the glass
And it winks!
It said to me "drink me"
I stare and then drink.

After a moment
Sixth bottle I find
Under the sofa
In the stockpile of mine

I drink the eight bottle
The seventh
The fifth?
What does it matter?
I'm swimming in filth

I drink some more Shit
My sorrow I drown
Until I choke up on the beer in my mouth
In my throat
In my lung

My chest is burning
I'm dying! Oh god!
But all I can do
Is stare at the door
And drink like a whore
Hoping she'll come

But there's only a dog