THE HANDME DOWNS LYRICS

"Pouring Problems"

Rest his soul, the mighty bottle
put up a fight the rest was swallowed
from the bottom of the floor,
to the bottom of the car,
to the bottom of the dim cell light
I hope he can wake up tomorrow night
wake up tomorrow

drank drank drank til he sank sank sank
to the bottom of the bottle on to the floor
he drank drank drank til he sank sank sank
to the bottom of the bottle on to another dirty floor

Pouring problems, whiskey bottle
temporary escape, never solves 'em
from the line he couldn't walk
to the price he couldn't pay
to the lights he could not escape
I know he won't learn from his mistake
He'll never learn

Thanks to Dizzle for these lyrics

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