Don't Start Me On The Liquor Lyrics - New Times - Violent Femmes

Don't start me on the liquor 

I'll drink it all down straight 

I'll make a toast to love 

But I drink the most 

When I got somebody to hate 

I'm an old man 

I got an old man's pain 

Will the morning 

Will the morning ever come again 

Well, I'm likin' lickin' a lotta liquor 

I'm drivin' down the drink 

I'll take a toast to life 

But I drink the most 

When my devil start to think 

I'm an old man 

I got an old man's pain 

Will the morning 

Will the morning ever come again 

Oh, I could drink, drink, drink 

So I can't think, think, think 

I got a hope or a home 

In this life I'm all alone 

On this long cold lonely night of fright 

Followed by a lonely day 

'Til there's nothing left I can say 

Except I didn't know I was sick 

And so I got sicker 

He's a low down lying 

Peckerwood cotton picker 

Don't start me on the liquor 

I got nothing more to say 

I had a little money 

But it all flown away 

And I said oh man 

Oh, ain't that a shame 

Oh, I keep manin', I keep manin' 

Like I got an old man's pain 

Don't 

Don't start 

Don't start me 

Don't start me on 

Don't start me on the 

Don't start me on the liquor.