Wake up in the Gutter - Those Poor Bastards

Going into town to raise a ruckus

Got fifty dollars to my worthless name

Don’t care if the sun come up tomorrow

Tonight I gotta try to ease the pain

I’ll drink, drink, and wake up in the gutter

Find a table in the darkest corner

There I’ll sit and whistle lonesome tunes

I’m looking for a face with lines of worry

Who’s sick of wasting time on brainless goons

I’ll drink, drink, and wake up in the gutter

Honey, it feels good to be so hollow

Nothing left inside but twelve cheap beers

Put a nickel in that dusty jukebox

And waltz alone into the pit of tears

Drink, drink, and wake up in the gutter

How come you don’t never say you hate me?

I see that venom dripping from your fangs

If you wanna kill me dear, just kill me

You could be the belle of a woman’s chain gang

Drink, drink, and wake up in the gutter