Lyrics
Was it my choice
To take this glass
Filled with laughter
Filled with shame
It feels like drinking sunshine
Within a demon to be tamed
I'm a sentimental man
Had much love
Had much hate
I'll saved some broken hearts
Than lost myself in faith
I've got nothing to gain
And nothing to loose
A disease with denail
I'm in battle with the booze
I've got nothing to gain
And nothing to loose
A disease with denail
I'm in battle with the booze
When nothing else works
And the sun refuses to shine
You'll find me back at home
With a glass full of wine
I've got nothing to gain
And nothing to loose
A disease with denail
I'm in battle with the booze
I've got nothing to gain
And nothing to loose
A disease with denail
I'm in battle with the booze
I've got nothing to gain
And nothing to loose
A disease with denail
I'm in battle with the booze
I've got nothing to gain
And nothing to loose
A disease with denail
I'm in battle with the booze