A shot glass of whiskey
Maybe a smoke to get high
We've all got demons
We feed them just to get by
There always seem to be
Hypocrites who point at you and me
Celebrating alcohol
Television tells us
Go out and buy your
12 pack dream
May all your guilty pleasures
Comfort you in your hour of need
Oh, how the mighty have fallen, have fallen
Shouldn't you choose how
To handle the stress and the pain
We've all got demons
We feed them just to keep sane
There always seem to be
Hypocrites who point at you and me
Corporation choose for us
Drink this but don't smoke that
Go out and buy your
12 pack dream
May all your guilty pleasures
Comfort you in your hour of need
Oh, how the mighty have fallen, have fallen
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A shot glass of whiskey
Maybe a smoke to get high
We've all got demons
We feed them just to get by
There always seem to be
Hypocrites who point at you and me
Celebrating alcohol
Television tells us
Go out and buy your
12 pack dream
May all your guilty pleasures
Comfort you in your hour of need
Oh, how the mighty have fallen, have fallen
Shouldn't you choose how
To handle the stress and the pain
We've all got demons
We feed them just to keep sane
There always seem to be
Hypocrites who point at you and me
Corporation choose for us
Drink this but don't smoke that
Go out and buy your
12 pack dream
May all your guilty pleasures
Comfort you in your hour of need
Oh, how the mighty have fallen, have fallen
Maybe a smoke to get high
We've all got demons
We feed them just to get by
There always seem to be
Hypocrites who point at you and me
Celebrating alcohol
Television tells us
Go out and buy your
12 pack dream
May all your guilty pleasures
Comfort you in your hour of need
Oh, how the mighty have fallen, have fallen
Shouldn't you choose how
To handle the stress and the pain
We've all got demons
We feed them just to keep sane
There always seem to be
Hypocrites who point at you and me
Corporation choose for us
Drink this but don't smoke that
Go out and buy your
12 pack dream
May all your guilty pleasures
Comfort you in your hour of need
Oh, how the mighty have fallen, have fallen
Writer: Mark Spinner
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