Written by: Mick Greenwood & Johnny Malone

Well I’m bored, I’m floored
I’m shakin in my drawers
And I’m feelin like a little kid
‘Cause your highs, your lows
The powder on your nose
Looks worse than it ever did
So sit back, relax
Put some creases in your slacks
Get off of the defensive ’cause I’m not on the attack
And let me entertain you like I can.

I pulled my pistols out at noon
Stumbled into the saloon
Sayin ‘what’s the strongest thing that you got?’
Can’t you see I’m far from fine
I don’t need no beer or whine
I just took a bullet, now I’m gonna take a shot
Of whisky

Oh give me something for this heartache
Leave the bottle wash it down
I’m two sips right from the sidewalk
But I won’t easily go down.