Social Disease (Remastered 2014)

My bulldog is barking in the back yard

Enough to raise a dead man from his grave.

And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing,

Disturbance going to crucify my days.

And the days they get longer and longer

And the nighttime is a time of little use.

For I just get ugly and older,

I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose.

And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning,

I get bombed for dinner time and tea.

I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a (real good time)(heart of gold),

I'm a genuine example of a social disease.

My landlady lives in a caravan,

Well that is when she isn't in my arms.

And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness,

But my liquor also helps to grease her palm.

And the ladies are all getting wrinkles,

And they're falling apart at the seams.

While I just get high on tequilla,

And see visions of vineyards in my dreams.