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Eighty proof, a hundred proof
Undiluted by the truth
How much proof do you need to believe?

That your crutch has left you crippled
As you nurse the poison nipple
Have a double seeing triples pour it neat

Do you take a drink or does the drink take you?
It used to be funny, it used to be cool

I love the ugly side of the city
I love the way it stinks
I love the worst of everything
And I love to watch you drink

Black or white, rich or poor
Look the same on the floor
But it’s you that I step over most
It’s the burn that makes me shiver
See you waving from the river
While you’re drowning in sorrows that float

When you take a drink where does it take you?

I love the ugly side of the city
I love the way it stinks
I love the worst of everything
And I love to watch you drink

Last call, last call
You hear them screaming down the hall
Last fall, fast crawl
From underneath the stall
I’d take you keys away but you’ve gotten broken legs
So ride a vulture, I won’t get in your way

I love the ugly side of the city
I love the way it stinks
I love the worst of everything
And I love to watch you drink
Eighty proof, a hundred proof   Undiluted by the truth   How much proof do you need to believe?      That your crutch has left you crippled   As you nurse the poison nipple   Have a double seeing triples pour it neat      Do you take a drink or does the drink take you?   It used to be funny, it used to be cool      I love the ugly side of the city   I love the way it stinks   I love the worst of everything   And I love to watch you drink      Black or white, rich or poor   Look the same on the floor   But it’s you that I step over most   It’s the burn that makes me shiver   See you waving from the river   While you’re drowning in sorrows that float      When you take a drink where does it take you?       I love the ugly side of the city   I love the way it stinks   I love the worst of everything   And I love to watch you drink      Last call, last call   You hear them screaming down the hall   Last fall, fast crawl   From underneath the stall   I’d take you keys away but you’ve gotten broken legs   So ride a vulture, I won’t get in your way      I love the ugly side of the city   I love the way it stinks   I love the worst of everything   And I love to watch you drink
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