DRINKING TOWN WITH A FISHING PROBLEM

Drinking like a fish

Sinking like a stone

When I get like this I ain't picking up the telephone

I might be lost at sea

But baby I'm home

Batten down the hatches

Burning in my throat

Mix it with a tablet

It's gonna help me rock the boat

I'm about to pass out

Baby I'm (home)

I've been on the late shift

Feeling like I need a vacation

We could get away bitch

Got some poison on board - any takers?

Turbulence on either side

Port and starboard left to right

We could go batshit

You'll be waking up tomorrow with a fat lip

That's alright though

By the hair of the dog we could ride home

Drinking moon shine till we're blind

Ethanol like cyanide

We can make it

Yeah we've seen it all before

It's the rising and the falling

Of the ocean and the shore

Come and dive in

Rum runs dry,

My tackles in my flies

With sea salt in my eyes - I'm wasted (wasted)

Washed up plans

A message in a can

Can't turn this boat around cos I'm wasted (wasted)