My liver works overtime these days   While my kidneys get clogged with stones   I've got a never ending bottle that points to the sky every night   Here's a toast to you   And this endless blood supply that leaks out of my arms   Heres a toast to you   For every sale you've sold out me out for, once again      Shutter than book can be shut   And drunker than lips,   Lips can be drunk   And how is it now?   Just drunken spit that slides down her chin   No more intimacy   No more innocence   Just hello, goodbye.