Curse of a Drunk The Takers nobodys talkin, the airs filled with time [Am]and the juke box is broken dont bother with ya dime [F]the neons fadin the records theyre all the same[C] [C]the bottles used to cut deep but theyve lost their edge [Am]and the skys turning gray my eyes are turnin red [F]and my my mind is set on the night i decided to stay[C] [C]its cold in this house when the weather gets in [Am]and my thoughts are like ice, whiskeys in my skin [F]and im layin on dreams and slowly i fade (guitaretab.com)
