My name is Chad, and I'm an alcoholic
Every night, you'll catch me fallin
Head over heels, for another bottle
You know the deal, I'm getting volatile
I'm getting violent and abusive and intrusive
My thoughts have me lucid dreaming, so elusive
So do you feel bad for me, or actually mad at me?
Or would you laugh at me, like my friends and family?
I been an outsider, since my sad teens
Inherited madness from my dad, I got bad genes
My ripped heart, will never get put back together
My tainted soul, corrupted, black forever
Man whatever, I'm headed to the liquor store
And after half a bottle I think I'm gonna get some more
At the bar, how low can I go sir?
I'm growin old and cold, if only I could be sober