I come home and I'm Rotten as hell

From spending my days at the watering well

I'm praying for change from a life so bleak

But I'm too sober to get through my week

I'm eight months in and I do my worst

To juke the reaper and avoid that hearse

But God, I miss what that juice could do

I'd be ten feet tall and the president too

Oh my heavens, I like it just a little too much

Gone by 7:15 locked in on a barroom crush

And she ain't got one clue 'bout the reason I'm here before lunch

Selling dreams just to write this song

I used to fancy myself a big strong lad

Made hard by the winter in the Northern land

Now I just do the best I can do to stay clear of the devil and the 12-step blues

Now, I ain't the man that I used to be

For worse or better, or whatever those mean

And I'm scared when I sleep 'cause the dreams taste slick

And that's the same flavor as the habit I kicked

Oh my heavens, I like it just a little too much

Gone by 7:15 locked in on a barroom crush

And she ain't got one clue 'bout the reason I'm here before lunch

Selling dreams just to write this song