Gin & Chronic Songtext
von Leather Lung

Moonlight, gleams off the cold, wet ground
I stagger the streets, like a rabid hound
Dog tired, from showing my teeth all day
Footprints, lead me down a dead end road
I swig the bottle till my senses corrode
Wasted, feeling my body start to sway

Fucked up again
Straight sipping gin
Blacked out, don′t know where I been
Fucked up again
Straight sipping gin
Blacked out, don't know where I been
Fucked up again


Sage burns, the smoke begins to spread
I hope it can clear what′s in my head
Visions, creating chaos in my brain
Sunlight, rising in my bloodshot eyes
I hear the hands tick-tock clockwise
Torture, raising my tolerance for pain

Fucked up again
Straight sipping gin
Blacked out, don't know where I been
Fucked up again
Straight sipping gin
Blacked out, don't know where I been
Fucked up again—Fucked up again—Fucked up again
Blacked out again!

Flask is filled with Tanqueray—90 proof to wash away
Sticks and seeds fill my ashtray—taking drugs is my forte

I′d use my final breath to fill my lungs with smoke!

Shake it down now!
Kiss me goodbye before I go—Kiss me goodbye before I go
Won′t take my own advice—just fill my glass with ice
Pour up another round—until I'm on the ground

Spill it – fill it – twist it – blaze—Inhale deep for all my days
Living out the lunar phase—Will I ever change my ways?