Boomshanka - Dylan Thomas

Dylan Thomas drank 18 whiskeys and died there on the bar
I am no fallen comet, I have no spiritual war
Do not go gentle darling, I love to watch you rage
A cabinet of clear liquor, cheap vodka, rose and sage
Had the spins for an hour, its getting worse now
There's no making me better, drunk here on your couch

Drunk here on your couch
Drunk going up stairs
Drunk in your hallway on the bathroom floor

I'm a slick little drinker, I got Cuervo in my blood
I'm a sweet table dancer, I'm so good at feeling good
I'll be fine in a minute, I just need to step outside
It's a night for throwing dollars, for forgetting I had pride
Had the spins for an hour, its getting worse now
There's no making me better, drunk here on your couch

Drunk here on your couch
Drunk going up stairs
Drunk in your hallway on the bathroom floor

Dylan thomas drank 18 whiskeys and died there on the bar

Written by:
Jack Doran, Lauren Reed

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