Three Sheets To The Wind

Had one too many one way conversations

with the licky licky lord

'till I grew a scissor tongue

and c-c-cut the cord

put the phone on the floor

detach the wires in my head

took awhile to accept that that line was dead

didn't never wanna not live forever didn't never wanna not not wanna live

Nah, it didn't matter if the laughter didn't come after the bad joke,

if i was down with the filthy rich or flat broke,

accepted by the Aryans or black folk

cause i was carrying this weight until my back broke,

wasn't trying to be no hip hop god or raps G.O.A.T.

shootin to be a rock star like its my last hope

Eyeballin that pack of smokes DO ME IN!

graduatin on the crack coke DO ME IN!

knocked of a paddle boat in the middle of the castle moat

kings men are yelling GRAB THE ROPE!

three sheets to the wind three!

three sheets to the wind!

i talk like a sailor, my mother is one

that's why i got this sixth sense of direction and my split tongue

taught me how to go with the flow when the winds come

curled up in a ball and tried to hide inside a kick drum.

while the crew is gettin piss drunk i had to purify my own and drink up

i had to save and conserve recycle my salty words to keep the meat on my bones all pres-s-s-served.

It was a tug of war and we all faught together

'till we went our own way when the c-c-c-cord was severed

The stormy weather would begin, we'd all sucumb to this sin

any bar within reach, Three sheets to the wind

From a back pedal the backstroke got traded in my life jacket for a mask and cloak

Three sheets to the wind

I had to go, watch the sail grab the rope

See shanty ending on a sad note, three sheets to the wind

Malnutrition (Pull me in), Bad Religion (Pull me in), Fact or Fiction thats addiction

Three sheets to the wind

Pick it up, put it down

Three sheets to the wind