No I won’t let it show
If I’m going down
I beg some rest
From tricksters that time to time come my way
My world’s slipping away
From my hands
My world inside is surreal
Whisky,
I don’t care
Good times, old times
Sometimes you wish you were
some kinda weird
a ghost, you know like those
who walk around kinda invisible
Sail, sail away till we find the cracks that let water in
Whisky,
I don’t care
Good times don’t last get your ticket (too)
Whisky, take me away
I don’t care, I don’t care
Good times are times so distant
Sail, sail away till we find the cracks that let water in
Whisky, take me away
I don’t care
Good times, old times