Social Disease

[Verse 1]

My bulldog is barking in the backyard

Enough to raise a dead man from his grave

And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing

Disturbance going to crucify my days

And the days they get longer and longer

And the nighttime is a time of little use

For I just get ugly and older

I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose

[Chorus]

And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning

I get bombed for dinnertime and tea

I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time

I'm a genuine example of a social disease

[Verse 2]

My landlady lives in a caravan

Well, that is when she isn't in my arms

And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness

But my liquor also helps to grease her palms

And the ladies are all getting wrinkles

And they're falling apart at the seams

Well, I just get high on tequila

And see visions of vineyards in my dreams

[Chorus]

And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning

I get bombed for dinnertime and tea

I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time

I'm a genuine example of a social disease

[Verse 2]

And the ladies are all getting wrinkles

And they're falling apart at the seams

Well, I just get high on tequila

And see visions of vineyards in my dreams

[Chorus]

And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning

I get bombed for dinnertime and tea

I dress in rags, smell a lot, and I have a heart of gold

I'm a genuine example of a social disease

[Outro]

I'm a genuine example of a social disease