I don't drink, don't get high
When I'm cooking, need some vine
Just a sip to see it's fine
If it needs some more vine
But the bottle's empty
I go out to find another bottle
A different kind
I don't drink but when I die one would say I was a funny kind
My mother told me do not drink your love get shorter
You will sink
You turn depression into poverty in every situation when you can't see
If you drink nothing can save you and you end up in the gutter
(You end up in the gutter)
You will just lose
Asking for mercy
Singing the blues
Starting the dance
Tried to amuse
But the bottle's empty
I go out to find another bottle a different kind
I don't drink but when I die one would say I was a funny kind
But the bottle's empty
I go out to find another bottle a different kind
I don't drink but when I die one would say I was a funny kind