Drink It, Drug It

Well I’ve been high as the mountains
Cruisin' down the road in my 65
And I’ve got a hard-rockin' band, baby
That wants to kick it to the other side
And we’re runnin and a-gunnin
And a-jukin' and a-jumpin
And I’m lookin for some lovin'
In another damn town
We like a little country
We like a little soul
We like a lotta blues baby
Mixed with the rock and roll
And we’re a-runnin and a-gunnin
And a-jukin' and a-jumpin
And I’m lookin for some lovin'
In another damn town
You gotta drink it
You gotta drug it
You gotta drink it
You gotta drug it
You gotta drink it
You gotta drug it
You gotta drink it
You gotta drug it
You wanna jump into the whiskey
You wanna jump into the fire
Living this life in rock and roll band
It’ll make you lose your mind
You gotta eat it
Live it
Breathe it
Suck it
Fuck it
Drug it
All the damn time
You gotta drink it
You gotta drug it
You gotta drink it
You gotta drug it
Drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' alcohol
Drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' alcohol
Rows and rows and rows of eight balls
Rows and rows and rows of eight balls
Drug it drug it drug 'til I fall
Drink that fuckin' alcohol