It's "Jessica Time" again so crack open your cans
and drink to occupy your liver and your shaking hands
if you wanna see me, well head down to the strip
I'll be passed out in a gutter with a smoke stuck to my lip
time and time and time again I end up in this place
with puke stains on my jeans and dried blood on my face
I'm fucking up for life and my parents couldn't tell
by the time that I was 14 I was going straight to hell
The Bottoms Up Boys, drinking everyday
I can't afford my habit but i'll do it anyway
The Bottoms up Boys, drink em if ya got em
and if you've got a bottle then I'll meet you at the bottom
and if you're still lookin' for me I'll be on the steps
of the Church of Malt Liquor, rolling cigarettes
half a can of Caribou and a sign in my hand that reads
"I'm travelling broke and sober can ya spare some liquor please"
The Bottoms Up Boys, drinking everyday
I can't afford my habit but i'll do it anyway
The Bottoms up Boys, drink em if ya got em
and if you've got a bottle then I'll meet you at the bottom
well last night I drank a two-six and I ruined my whole life
I shot both my parents and then I grabbed the knife
I thought I'd slice my own throat but then I thought twice
coz my parents liquor cabinet it was looking mighty nice
The Bottoms Up Boys, my liver's turning black
from whiskey, gin and Listerine, and liberated Jacks
The Bottoms Up Boys, cut me some slack
coz I'd be all alone without this monkey on my back
credits
from Call Me Chernobyl,
released May 19, 2015
co-written with Rylan Anderson of Skum Shine
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022