Rattle My Bones

The trouble I find myself in is like a tree that continues to grow.

Taking it easy's a difficult thing when my liver has a mind of its own.

Waking up on the floor, not a clue where I've been,

Going out for a drink and a smoke and I hope I don't come back again, ah!

I try my best every day to be too high to feel the lows,

I waste away the day for liquor and I'm still reaping what I sow.

Fingers crawl through the floor, I can hardly open my eyes,

I wake up every morning because there's trouble for me to find, ah!

It's a world of saints and sinners,

and it's all trouble being in it,