The Living Tombstone - Drunk

WARNING - VIDEO CONTAINS IMAGES OF EXCESSIVE ALCOHOL USE, PLEASE DRINK LEGALLY, RESPONSIBLY, AND IN MODERATION. This is NOT a pro-drinking song! The album’s out: First single from the debut album ahhhhhhhh!!!! Download “Drunk“ here: Animation - Jaime Rodriguez Music Production and Mixing - Yoav Landau & Machine Lyrics and Vocals - Sam Haft & Yoav Landau Bass - Guy Bernfeld Guitar - Or “Orko“ Cohen Drums - Maxime Cholley Visual Post Production - Lee Mounsey - Mastering - Leon Zervos - Recorded in Sound on Sound Studios (Montclair, New Jersey), The Machine Shop (Belleville, New Jersey) and Graphic Nature Audio (Belleville, New Jersey) Follow The Living Tombstone: ➢ YouTube: ➢ Discord: ➢ Twitter: ➢ Instagram: ➢ Spotify: ➢ Facebook: Lyrics: VERSE 1 Just one drink! Gonna keep it mellow. Responsible night for a polite fellow Say hello to my friends and comrades Don’t tend to offend so I say perhaps Just two drinks! As a social courtesy. We can raise a glass to our past fraternity And certainly a perfectly normal informal get together But it’s been forever since we gathered so whatever Just three drinks! For the sake of the old times. Proceed with tequila shots with a dish full of cold limes. The whole nine, laughing remembering all the old lines Never used to work but I could em give another try Just four drinks! Y’know, take the edge off. I’ve had a hard week, I deserve to get sauced. Pick up another round as my friends depart and They may not stick around but I just got started. CHORUS Feel so much better than usual I feel indisputable [ohhhh] I think that I might be beautiful VERSE 2 Juuuuust five drinks! F***in’ treat myself! Pour the Dom Perignon from the back of the top shelf. Spend like god put on airs to sell it Crowd pretends not to care but I know they’re jealous, just Six drinks! Let slip the dogs of war! I’m gonna start a f***in’ riot til I’m tossed out the front door Zero to sixty I can turn on a dime, I’m hitting bottom and I’m feeling like committing a crime. Just Eight drinks! Maybe I’ve lost count? I can’t remember the night, what I drank, or the amount. I’m fading in and out my very consciousness is crumbling. . . . Sorry, was I saying something? Twelve drinks! Strolling out of the hospital. Is it hair of the dog if you stay drunk and don’t stop at all? Another night losing it more than I can afford Was I just feeling bored? Am I that insecure? CHORUS Feel so much better than usual I feel indisputable [ohhhh] But now I’m feeling so beautiful Don’t wake me up from this spell I’m under if I’m still breathing I know that I will be ugly when I feel like myself again [ohhhh] But now I’m feeling so beautiful BRIDGE Bottle of scotch served on the rocks with a shot of cachaca Vodka sake kamikaze with a handle of sherry a cherry brandy with a jaeger chaser champagne float A bourbon hot toddy in teacup of throat coat Martini bellini negroni baileys kahlua sambuca Soju paloma mojito gimlet frangelico guinness Tequila manhattan a margarita old fashioned Dry vermouth and something I can’t taste cuz I’m so trashed Soldiering over I’m slower shoulder to shoulder with no one Stumbling sobering making friends with a smoker I know I’m less than upright, losing the fight with the ground Then someone hits the lights as they close for the night now Try to look at heaven and I can’t see the stars A billion trillion eyes are winking as I walk between parked cars Metabolizing liquor while I’m losing my friends I’m gonna hate myself tomorrow then I’ll do it again Naa na na na naa (etc) CHORUS Feel so much better than usual I feel indisputable [ohhhh] But now I’m feeling so beautiful Don’t wake me up from this spell I’m under if I’m still breathing I know that I will be ugly when I feel like myself again [ohhhh] But now I’m feeling so beautiful My vision is blurry As long as I’m thirsty Nobody can hurt me hurt me hurt me