Black Metal Hugs - In Other Climes

If you don’t care where you are, then you ain’t fucking lost

The answer’s in the bottle, I know, the truth is hard to swallow

Hit the bottle to drown my sorrows

Don’t give a fuck about tomorrow

I have my highs, I have my lows

But who the hell are you to tell me which way to go?

If you don’t like me I probably really like you

I’m not your friend, I’m not your family, I don’t know you

They want me to change they said that I look so depressed

'Cause I like that bottle better than the rest

I ain’t got shit to prove you, no one gives a fuck about you

My shoes are used, dirty, and older than you

«Anyway, back to what I do worst»

Me and the boys are gonna stay out late

Puke on my shoes, pain in my head

We’re gonna drink and sing that song again

Throw us in jail, we don’t give a damn

Drinking whiskey older than hell

We’re gonna drink and sing that song again and again

Because there’s no drinking in hell

The only difference between me and you is that whiskey can’t fix your problems

Try super glue