Texty: Saint Vitus. Born Too Late. Thirsty and Miserable.

Thirsty and miserable

You drop to the floor

You drink 'til you can't

See any more

Thirsty and miserable

Always wanting more

Thirsty and miserable

Always wanting more



My brother wants a ride

To the liquor store

You pitty him for what

He wants it for

Thirsty and miserable


Always wanting more

Thirsty and miserable

Always wanting more



It 's 1:30 and we 're

Getting nervous

Because the store closes at two

And there 's not enough

To last us all, oh fuck!

Thirsty and miserable

Always wanting more

Thirsty and miserable

Always wanting more