Off the Wagon Songtext
von Michael O'Connor

The only one that likes me when I drink
The only one who cares what I think
The only one who listens so what the hell
What you don′t wanna hear is what I'm dying to tell

Started off gently, real low key
Try not to take it personally
It ain′t no prayer, it ain't no toast
More like a shot from an unholy ghost

Last night I punched my shadow all the way across the room
My shadow came right back at me with the stick end of the broom
Now here I am
One black eye
One blue tire
And not one thin dime


If there's a million stars
In a knockout sky
There′s a million more
In a knockout eye

Last night I saw you stumbling out that door
Swearing that you would not be back here anymore
But here you are
And here I am
Acting like we never saw each other before
Hey get up off the floor
Now my shirt′s all torn
Let's have one more

Oh but I don′t like you when you drink
And I don't care what you think
I ain′t listening so what the hell
Jumping straight off the wagon and into the well