| 3039 |
40 ounces to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good, even though I feel bad. |
Sublime, |
40 Oz. To Freedom |
| 3040 |
A black man, but I feel so blue. So I smoke green and purple to my dreams come true. And my eyes turn red, the sky turns grey. |
Ludacris, |
Hopeless |
| 3041 |
A few drinks later you're not so choosy when the closing lights strip off the shadows on this strange new flesh you've found. |
Joni Mitchell, |
Down To You |
| 3042 |
A hangover is inspiration, like a junkie I hurt for it. |
Pantera, Hard Lines, |
Sunken Cheeks |
| 3043 |
A pill to make you numb, a pill to make you dumb. |
Marilyn Manson, |
Coma White |
| 3044 |
A quick toke of nitrous oxide is how I get my kicks. |
Carcass, |
Forensic Clinicism |
| 3045 |
A woman warm and willing is what I'm looking for, cause the whiskey ain't working anymore. |
Travis Tritt, |
The Whiskey Ain't Working Anymore |
| 3046 |
Acid, booze, and ass, needles, guns, and grass, lots of laughs. |
Joni Mitchell, |
Blue |
| 3047 |
Alcohol, alternative to feeling like yourself. Oh alcohol, I still drink to your health. |
Bare Naked Ladies, |
Alcohol |
| 3048 |
Alimony, alimony paying your bills. When your conscience hits you, knock it back with pills. |
Led Zeppelin, |
Living Loving Maid |
| 3049 |
All I see is little dots, some are smeared and some are spots. |
Talking Heads, |
Drugs |
| 3050 |
Along comes Mary, and she doesn't want to set them free and let them see reality. |
The Association, |
Along Comes Mary |
| 3051 |
And it's one more beer and I don't hear you any more. |
Elton John, |
Someone Saved My Life Tonight |
| 3052 |
Angel dust, need a shot to see me through the day. |
Venom, |
Angel Dust |
| 3053 |
Another crazy day where you drink the night away and forget about everything. |
Gerry Rafferty, |
Baker Street |
| 3054 |
Another pill I'm to consume, to make me learn to feel again is followed by another. |
Fuel, |
Solace |
| 3055 |
At times I'm truly terrified, cause dope and booze don't help to hide. They're used to mask a weakling's hurt, it's just like painting over dirt. |
Type O Negative, |
Everyone I Love Is Dead |
| 3056 |
Barmaid, bring a pitcher, another round of brew. Honey, why don't we get drunk and screw? |
Jimmy Buffett, |
Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw |
| 3057 |
Bartender, please fill my glass for me with the wine you gave Jesus that set him free after three days in the ground. |
Simon and Garfunkel, |
Bartender |
| 3058 |
Before you started tokin' you used to have a brain. |
Offspring, |
What Happened To You |