Faster Pussycat

Juicin it up 'til I can't see what's in front of me
Can you help me make it up the stairs
So I can hit the sack and maybe get some sleep
A bottle in front of me is like a frontal lobotomy
One more swig will alter my psychology
My mornings are pure misery, ice pack on my head
It's another Bloody Mary morning
And I'm feeling pretty sore, wish I was dead
A bottle in front of me is like a frontal lobotomy
One more swig will alter my psychology