Paroles: Rancid. The Bottle.

Climb in side me.. pain
another night of drinkin?
another night of beeing out of my head
and i dont know where i was last night
drinkin? on a empty stomach or an empty mind
it makes no difference when im way out of line
things i cant remember comes back to haunt me
alot of people out there who seem to want me
climb in the bottle and never come out
i may know nothing but im good at something
i will drink till the sun comes up no more
one of these days gonna come out of my haze
better hurry up its getting harder to come back