Right now, he's probably in bed with a blood whore,
and she's probably getting frisky...
Right now, he's probably drinking her blood,
and washing it down with a couple shots of whiskey...
Right now, he's probably almost passed out and reaching in his drawer
to pull out his smokes...
And he don't know...
That they're gonna kill him, he's gonna choke
on all of that alcohol and smoke,
he'll be gone before he blnks...
He does this to numb the side effects,
that come from using his spirit...
Maybe he should think before he drinks
Right now, he's probably in a bar
downing martinis...
Right now, he's probably watching some showgirls,
dance in their bikinis,
Right now, he's probably drunk
and feeling so low
Oh, and he don't know...
That I've had enough, I won't take it no more
if he doesn't quit, I'm walking out the door
it is time for me to leave,
I'm giving him a choice, he'll have to choose,
otherwise he's gonna lose...
Maybe next time he'll think before he drinks
I might've saved a little trouble for his liver,
'cause the next time that he drinks...
Oh, you know it won't be pretty!
No...not so pretty
'Cause I tried to help, I gave advice
if he doesn't listen, he'll pay the price
he better shape up or else his life will sink
There are other ways to deal with that,
I'm not saying I want him to go mad
But maybe next time he'll think before he drinks
Oh...Maybe next time he'll think before he drinks...
Oh...before he drinks...
Oh, oh...