Drawn to the alcohol

I touch the glass it soothes me,
I look into it and it's brown.
Why can't I see?
The froth o-ver-flow-ing
I want the froth back.

Now through the glass it calls to me,
I make my way across the pub.
To save my beer
Or may-be my health
I don't really care

So I've walked to the beer boy
He doesn't do any-thing
So I'll walk out of this stupid hole

The glass I bear doesn't have beer
But instead it contains whiskey
Should I skull it
Or eat it with mullet
I bet finish it

Cause we are drawn to the alcohol

Some people don't like beer
And we will drink it by the water and then

What will happen if I try it?
Will it make me live in danger?
Or do I ev-en ca-re.

What if I don't even like it?

Who cares?
Who cares?
Who cares?
Who-o cares?

I like it