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cherry juice booze blues - sheket, spike! lyrics

[intro]
cherry juice is fine
no excuse i’m fine
(stop f*cking around i told you i’m fine!)

[spoken word]
so… when i was a kid i looked at the skies and said: “i want to be an astronaut”
when i was a kid i watched spider*man and said: “i want to be strong like him”
when i was a kid i looked at my father and said: “i will never drink alcohol”
now… i’m still far from sp*ce, pretty far from being the friendly neighbor
and really close to opening another bottle
oh, c’mon, it’s only the second one

[chorus]
cherry juice down my throat
wash away all my thoughts
may god forgive me
that i’m feeling good
like i should

[spoken word]
and you know how it’s started, like: “one beer won’t k!ll me. one bottle of wine won’t k!ll me”
and it really didn’t. the problem is absolutely the opposite
after your first drink you finally find out what it’s…
what it’s like to feel alive, yeah?
i know that therapy could make it much better, but…
c’mon, jerusalem wine won’t charge you 100 dollars per hour
[verse 1]
as the cherry juice floods down the bottom of my heart
i’m just letting loose everything i hold inside
you can not take it
you can not take what’s making me enjoy the life

and i’m pretty sure you know what’s better from the side
and i’m pretty sure you know how to live my life
but another round of whiskey will just make us all enjoy the ride

you know you’re right
you know you’re saint
you know you’re proud
you know i ain’t

you know i faint
i faint without
i faint without another round

[chorus]
cherry juice down my throat
wash away all my thoughts
may god forgive me
that i’m feeling good
like i should
[verse 2]
when the heart is broken to pieces
no cardiovascular deceases will k!ll me
though my liver’s overworking obscenely

you know, the only problem is
i’d rather end my life after screaming another “cheers”
than get old on a thousand pills

when it’s harder to talk
i find it easier to think
you can put me under lock
you can pour it all down the sink

you can call me a lost soul
and you can call me hedonic
but say the truth as a whole
and call me piece of alcoholic sh*t

- sheket spike lyrics

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