whiskey and records

the world is dying

but i'm not crying

i won't think about it

won't think about it again

i'm all alone now

nobody here now

and this solitude is ringing through my head

can't even come close to getting the guts tonight

to face this one alone when i think about last night

blacked out drunk and still feeling lonely

it's all kind of blurry

fucked up and tense like this town

the world is dying but i'm not crying

i won't think about it

won't think about it again

time slows to stalling

feels like i'm falling

this solitude's ringing through my head

well i can't hear it

i can't hear it

i can't hear it

i can't hear it

the silence drowned out by wilson pickett

yeah i can't hear it

i can't hear it

i can't hear it

i can't hear it

the silence drowned out by

he's a shithead!"