Drinking Days

Well

I miss my drinking days

Those were the good old days

Well we were young and restless in our ways

Well

Walking into the sun

Walking into the sun

We didn't know how soon the edge will come

Well

All you preachers gather round and

Raise your hands

Tell me who'll be the first to meet your end

Well

You can philosophize all you want about the end of time

All I know is that I'm stuck here

I'm getting mine

Well, oh

You'd know the past can build it

Drag a thing down

Oh

You'd know if it didn't kill you

Well, then baby

How's it gonna kill now?

Well

I miss my drinking days

Those were the good old days

Well, we were young and reckless in our ways

Well

I was laid out on the floor

Laid out on the floor

Well

You came to me

With your knowing

And took some more

Well

All you gamblers gather 'round and

Place your bets

Tell me who'll be the first ones to drop off next

Well

I guess this is just a game a chance

When you bite the hand that feeds

If you're going to pray to those angels

You best be sure to

Well, oh

You know the past can built it

Drag a good thing down

Oh

You know if it's gonna kill you

Well, then baby

How's it going to build you know?

Don't let it kill you now

Don't let it kill you now