Guzzling the rot gut    Binging on the putrefied swill    Total fucking mind rot    Blind drunk and I'm dying to kill       So fucking loaded I can't get off the floor    Three sheets are to the wind and I'm going for four    I'm a total wreck, gotta lay off the booze    And on top of that, I can't find my shoes    But what can you do?       Gutbucket Blues!!!       Waking in a cold sweat    Feels like I need a new brain    Overdid the Rot Gut    And now I'm in incredible pain       Retching up the effluvial brews    Cursing my existence through a river of spew    Fishy smelling bile to recycle and use    And I could really use a drink when I'm through    But what can you do?       Gutbucket Blues!!!