Lyrics: G.B.H. Leather, Bristles, No Survivors & Sick Boys. Alcohol.

You're like a kind of religion,
I see you each night on television.
I can't remember all your names,
I love you running through my veins.

Alcohol, oh alcohol, I love you in my brains.
Acohol, oh alcohol, I never want you again.

I come and see you every night,
take out my purse and i'll buy you a pint .
Would you like another ? No thanks,
tonight i'm wearing incontinence pants