" Running " Feeling woozy See the broken bottle on the ground Smashed into beautiful little peices Go pick it up And cut my hands open Fall on the ground in pain And hide in the darkest corner of the alley But it looks like I'm not alone Vomit coming from all directions Bricks falling from the walls on me Fire escapes all crashing down Loud bantering coming from all directions Yelling,screaming obsenities at me People throwing dirty money at me Feeling woozy All these things running thru my head Angry wife yelling to get out Children crying to stop the yelling Dishes flying acroos the room And out the door I go Lost in oblivion And back to the bottle All my pains seem to go away And yet come back again Little monster yelling into my head one more drink Just one more won't hurt you On the floor I fall choking on ym own vomit The glass falling onto my head,covered in liquor And now finally seeing the light