My Alcoholic Friends

I'm counting back the number of the stripes It took for me to get back on the wagon of the weekend I'm getting out of time Another proof that I got home with my imagination If they find the body in the basement In the very house that she was raised in I'm counting down The number of the times So when we get the sign from god I'll be the first to call Well I'm taking back the number of the beast 'Cause six is not a pretty number Eight or three are definitely better Eight is for the address on the letter To my alcoholic friends I'm trying hard not to be ashamed Not to know the name of who is waking up beside me Or the date, the season or the city But at least the ceiling's very pretty And if you are holding it against me I'll be on my best behaviour Taking shots for mother nature Once my fist is in the cupboard Love is never falling over Should I choose a noble occupation? If I did I'd only show up late and And they would stare at me with hatred Plus, my only natural talents wasted My alcoholic friends My alcoholic friends The party's never over My alcoholic friends