Deep in the Bottle lyrics
by Hangman’s Chair
Every morning is the same
Running aground a desperate bed
A bitter taste of vice
An epileptic thirst
Liquor is my savior and in the bottle I go deeper and deeper
Going down the drain
The need I feel is like a slow death
A bitter taste of vice
An epileptic thirst
Liquor is my savior and in the bottle I go deeper and deeper
A whiskey suicide, this bitter taste of vice