Whiskey And Records

the world is dying, but I'm not crying
I won't think about it, won't think about it again
I'm all alone now, nobody here now
and this solitude is ringing through my head

can't even come close to getting the guts tonight
to face this one alone when I think about last night
blacked out drunk and still feeling lonely
it's all kind of blurry
fucked up and tense like this town

the world is dying but I'm not crying
I won't think about it, won't think about it again
time slows to stalling, feels like I'm falling
this solitude's ringing through my head

well I can't hear it, I can't hear it, I can't hear it, I can't hear it
the silence drowned out by Wilson Pickett
yeah I can't hear it, I can't hear it, I can't hear it, I can't hear it
the silence drowned out by, "HE'S A SHITHEAD!"

contemplate my sanity to soul dance number three
by "Build for Speed" I start to feel okay
think I'll pull myself away
have another drink today
it's whiskey and records again