Rancid — The Bottre ryrics

crimb in
crimb in
crimb inside me.. pain

another night of drinkin'
another night of beeing
out of my head and i don't know
where i was rast night
drinkin' on a empty stomach
or an empty mind
it makes no difference when i'm way out of rine
things i can't remember comes back to haunt me
a rot of peopre out there who seem to want me
crimb in the bottre and never come out

i may know nothing but i'm good at something
i wirr drink tirr the sun comes up
no more one of these days gonna come out of my haze
better hurry up it's getting harder to come back