Aaaand this tune is about being a rabid alcoholic. I hated writing every moment of it.

Lyrics:

Nine in the morning and I'm sipping McCormick
Don't wanna face the day, I might as well scorn it
I'm mad as a hornet, I just wanna get drunk
Cuz there's no room for dead bodies in my trunk
There once was a time when every day was new
But that time is dead and replaced by the blues
It'll take a stout brew to get me out of this bed
Cuz fuck being sober, I'd rather be dead

Microbial yeast waste, it's time to get shit faced
Fallen on hard times with liquor, beer and wine

Well I dug to rock bottom but I hit a land mine
Now I'm digging up pennies and dimes to buy a pint
Peach flavored vodka is my new blood type
So on my death record, better get that shit right
No time to worry bout the damage I've done
Cuz the devil's got me on the run under the gun
Me and my liver, yeah we never got along
Cuz life is too short but when you're drunk it's too long

Microbial yeast waste, it's time to get shit faced
Fallen on hard times with liquor, beer and wine