as the liquid gold
slides on down my throat
and my visions change
i forget my name
i don't ever care
that i'm not aware
cause the world looks fine
when i cross that line
i can sing and play
wash the day away
be all cool and fun
till the night is done
well that's how it seems
in my drunken dreams
till when i awake
with a blind headache
and i swear i'll stop
this lifestyle i'll drop
till the evening comes
and the bottle runs
life looks better
at miller time :-)
