Eight Days / Nineteen Fingers (Live) Video (MV)

It's been eight days sober
And I really really feel like shit
It's been eight days sober
And I can't get over it
I've got the shakes, I've got the fever
I smoked the coffee
And drank the reefer
But I wish it was tequila man
I really really feel like shit
Black me out, then take my medicine
I don't care how, just get me high
Watch your mouth, you
Filthy hypocrites
Or you'll be eatin' that humble pie
It's been eight days sober man
I can't switch off my brain
I've been rationalizing how I'd
Do it all over again
I'd get the whiskey
And then the glass
I'd get the stomach pump
And then the oxygen mask
Cause I can't stop, won't stop
Don't stop, doorstop, crash
I'm sick of complaining, man
I'm such a narcissist
It's been eight long days
Since I heard Mike say "That's lit"
I'm outta turkey, man
Fresh out of acetaminophen
And I don't see no benefit
To counting all the monsters
Living in my brain
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It's been eight days, doctor
Give me medicine, I'm sick
I've been crying out for help
But nobody seems to give a shit
It's good fun, it's entertainment
Just to watch me hit the pavement
It's just an act, he's just committed
He's just kidding, he doesn't mean it
Cause that's the show
And that's the gimmick
You send tequila to the stage, he's Gonna drink it
And then we'll laugh
And reminisce it
The old story, the bold fiction
Cause if it's real, then we're complicit
And we've been aiding an abetting his addictions
It's just a song, he's just a poet
Just a lyric that he's trying to make fit
Nineteen Fingers, just one body bag
It's down the hatch I don't know why
Drown your sorrows
Drown your happiness
It's down the hatch
And close your eyes
Nineteen Fingers, just one existential
Dread that no one loves me, I
Drown myself in cheap rye whiskey
It's a cry for help, you close your eyes
Nineteen Fingers sum between us
Cause we pawned this piggy
On the left-hand side
Drown myself, I'll
Drown you with me if you
Get too close, down we slide
Nineteen Fingers lined up end to end
I'll put that money
On myself this time
Shove that shit in every orifice
I don't care how, just get me high
Nineteen Fingers, Nineteen glasses
It's a 1950s suicide
Watch your mouth, you filthy Hypocrites, in 8 more days
I'll lose my mind
It's been eight days sober
And I really really feel like
Shit