Gutbucket Blues - Ghoul

Guzzling the rot gut

Binging on the putrefied swill

Total f**king mind rot

Blind drunk and I’m dying to kill

So f**king loaded I can’t get off the floor

Three sheets are to the wind and I’m going for four

I’m a total wreck, gotta lay off the booze

And on top of that, I can’t find my shoes

But what can you do?

Gutbucket Blues!!!

Waking in a cold sweat

Feels like I need a new brain

Overdid the Rot Gut

And now I’m in incredible pain

Retching up the effluvial brews

Cursing my existence through a river of spew

Fishy smelling bile to recycle and use

And I could really use a drink when I’m through

But what can you do?

Gutbucket Blues!!!