Texty písní Corrosion of Conformity

Corrosion of Conformity

No Drunk

Need to drink to fucking think

If you'd think you wouldn't drink

Takes a man to drink so much

A real man doesn't need a crutch

Everybody tells me that it's cool

But I'll just let them play the fool

Drinking a fifth make you brave

It only takes you to an early grave

So go ahead and call me dumb

At least my fucking brains not numb

You can drink yourself to death

I'll keep the liquor off my breath