I feel no pain The bottle is my ball and chain Am I insane? My breath smells like kerosene Don't look at me I'm a sight for sore eyes to see I can't believe I'm a walking talking misery
Brain drain 190 grain It's not the caine, not the mary jane But the golden grain
Don't touch my bottle You might drop it, break it, then I die If life's worth living, why do I always cry the blues? Don't you pray for me I don't need your fucking sympathy Just a little drink, it means about the same to me...yea
Brain drain 190 grain Am I insane? Will I ever change? Brain drain 190 grain
It's not the caine, not the mary jane But the golden grain
I'm a redneck punk Can't remember when I wasn't drunk People say I stink I don't care what they think No colored whiskey I don't need that rock and rye Pass that 190 And I'll say bye-bye
