Guns, Bitches, Brawls and Bottles - GG Allin

As gray as a monarch, the moments I pass

The whisky bottle is my globe and the specter is my glass

My table is my throne, and the bar room is my court

The bi-whore is my subject and drinking is my sport

Don’t look for me in daylight, we’re robots all assembled

You’ll find me in my dark world, in my smoke filled temple

Whiskey breath and painted women bring me to my senses

Prostitutes and loaded guns 'cause trouble is my business

Guns, bitches, brawls &bottles, that’s the only life I lead

Don’t know where I’ll wake tomorrow, but today is all I need

When the sun goes down, into the night I’ll creep

I’ll beg, I’ll steal and borrow, I’ll hustle for my keep

Do what I’ve got to do, the city is my play

I’ll kill you for a dollar if it’s in the cards today

Don’t look for me in daylight, we’re robots all assembled

You’ll find me in my dark world, in a smoke filled temple

Whiskey breath and painted women bring me to my senses

Prostitutes and loaded guns, 'cause trouble is my business