She drinks a bottle a night,
Twenty two and in the bottle by and by,
They can suffer together
In humanity
An empty sex, flesh like flesh
Sweat on the pillow.
Money rules what it rules
Home there is always good
In the bottle right at the end of the bottle
Why so many reasons to die when life so sweet?
Pass on life to life for life.
The bottle ends, life doesn’t
That’s just what life does.
Makes a bottle to end.