Lyrics

Oceans of Whiskey but you never hit the ground
Your stomach is burning but you can’t stop sucking it down
Your whole world is spinning but you haven’t had your fill
You run and you run and you run like a bum to the still
 
He married a wooden woman carved into a ship
with her hair dyed like matchsticks and whiskey tattooed on her lip
And when he’s beat down and thirsty she lets him come in for a swill
You run and you run and you run like a bum to the still
 
Every Loser knows this game
Every lover knows its name
 
If the clouds were all cocaine and you were a bird in the sky
Flapping your gums like they’re wings but you can’t get that high
Is there some pain inside you or just too much time to kill?
You run and you run and you run like a bum to the still
 
Every Loser knows this game
Every lover knows its name
Every Loser knows this game
Every lover knows its name