Dead Men Can't Get Drunk - Nashville Pussy

How long can I drag this thing on?

It feels like someone pissed inside my soul

Spent my life perfecting desperation

Never gave a damn about self control

And if the bottom dropped out of hell

I’d be too low down to even tell

Gotta keep on living 'cause dead men can’t get drunk

No, they can’t get drunk

Singing songs about the good old crucifixion

They never said don’t try this at home

Well, on an endless anthem of self mass destruction

Gotta keep on living 'cause dead men can’t get drunk

No, they can’t get drunk

How long can I drag this thing on?

It feels like someone pissed inside my soul

And on an endless anthem to the mass self-destruction

Well, I don’t know, it’s ready to go

And if the bottom dropped out of hell

I’d be too low down to even tell

Gotta keep on living 'cause dead men can’t get drunk

No, they can’t get drunk, no

So nail me up the best you can

Just put a cold one in my hand