Don't Start Me on the Liquor Songtext
von Violent Femmes

Don′t start me on the liquor
I'll drink it all down straight
I′ll take a toast to love
But I drink the most

When I got somebody to hate
I'm an old man
I got an old man's pain (yeah)

Will the morning
Will the morning ever come again? (Yeah)

Well, I′m likin′ lickin' a lotta liquor
I′m drivin' down the drink
I′ll take a toast to life
But I drink the most
When my Devil start to think

I'm an old man
I got an old man′s pain

Will the morning
Will the morning ever come again?


Oh, I could drink, drink, drink so
I can't think, think, think
I got a hope or a home
In this life, I'm all alone
On this long cold lonely night

Of fright followed by a lonely day
And then nothing left I can say
Except I didn′t know I was sick

And so I got sicker
He′s a low down lying
Peckerwood cotton picker

Don't start me on the liquor
I have nothing more to say
And I had a little money
Yet it all flown away

And I said, oh man
Oh, ain′t that a shame
Oh-oh, I keep moanin', I keep moanin′
Like I got an old man's pain

I could drink, drink, drink so
I can′t think, think, think
I got a hope or a home
Living life I'm all alone
On this long cold lonely night


Of fright, followed by a lonely day
And then nothing left I can say
Except I didn't know I was sick

And so I got sicker
He′s a low down lying
Peckerwood cotton picker

Don′t
Don't
Don′t start

Don't start me
Don′t start me on
Don't start me on the

Don′t start me on the liquor
Don't start me on the liquor
Don't start me on the liquor

Don′t start me on the liquor
Don′t start me on the liquor
Don't start me on the liquor

Don′t start me on the liquor
Don't start me on the liquor
Don′t start me on the liquor