Alcohol Makes the World Go Around - The Methadones

Woke up in a strangers house

Through a shivering sleep on a tattered couch

Sifting through my laundry an evangelist was pointing at me

Through a flashing tv screen

That something left on from the night before

Beer bottles and records strewn all over the floor

Rubbing my eyes to the dawn

Where will I find the strength to carry on?

I don’t know what to believe

Ponder the last few years on dilapidated steps

That never seems to lead to anything-lead to anything at all

Alcohol makes the world go round

For me and all my friends roaming from town to town

Buy another drink for me please take away all my monotony

If you set them up-I'll knock 'em down

Make the world go round

Made a living trying to test my luck

As I lay there thinking I’m totally fucked

There’s a fart lingering in the van

While the same CD’s are playing over again

As I try to fall asleep

Ponder the last few years in some remote place in the west

All I know is that there’s still work to be done

Like places we haven’t been to yet

Alcohol makes the world go round

When we’ve spent the last 10 hours driving to your town

And all I hear are apologies about your club/ about your scene

And I’m just trying to drown out the sound

That I hear all around

Stumbled back to the club in the rain

Caught my reflection in the window pane

Those eyes always searching for something

With always something in the way