A.A.

Bottle, bottle, on the wall, who's the drunkest of us all?

Set yourself up for the fall, who's a slave to alcohol,

I know a place where you can go, you'll probably see no one that you know,

A few minutes will make you think you probably need another drink.

They said that

I had a disease,

I asked them, "What?" if they please,

I asked them what the **** they meant,

Victim of the six percent,

Now I'm so ashamed of it,

I guess it's time that

I quit. I saw a friend the other day, getting out of

N.A. He was looking really good, that made me think of myself,

I care about my worthless friends, don't like to see them kill themselves,

Get so strung out they lose all hope, why do you think they call it ****?

Trembling hands, blooodshot eyes, propose a toast to my demise.

God gave me this liver,

I didn't know he was an indian giver.