Social Disease - Remastered 2014

My bulldog is barking in the backyard
 Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
 And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing
 Disturbance going to crucify my days
 And the days they get longer and longer
 And the nighttime is a time of little use
 For I just get ugly and older
 I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose
 And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
 I get bombed for dinner time and tea
 I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
 I'm a genuine example of a social disease
 Well, my landlady lives in a caravan
 Well that is when she isn't in my arms
 And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness
 But my liquor also helps to grease her palms
 And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
 And they're falling apart at the seams
 Well I just get high on tequila
 And see visions of vineyards in my dreams
 And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
 I get bombed for dinner time and tea
 I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
 I'm a genuine example of a social disease
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 And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
 And they're falling apart at the seams
 Well I just get high on tequila
 And see visions of vineyards in my dreams
 And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
 I get bombed for dinner time and tea
 I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a heart of gold
 I'm a genuine example of a social disease
 I'm a genuine example of a social disease