VERSE 1
How could you do this to yourself?
How could you endanger your health?
How could you put them through hell?
Is it too late to ask for fucking help?
CHORUS 1
Alcohol of fame
Your career’s going up in flames
Alcohol of fame
You’ve only got yourself to blame
VERSE 2
Snort a little cocaine, shoot some heroin
Chugging Oxycontin and good old Vicodin
Popping Viagra while committing mortal sins
The pressure brings you to your dirty shins
CHORUS 2
Alcohol of fame
Your excuses are so damn lame
Alcohol of fame
You make zombies look so tame
VERSE 3
Everything of yours is going down the tubes
You’re fucking yourself with bloody lube
You’re smashing up your own hotel room
Wake the fuck up or meet your own doom
CHORUS 3
Alcohol of fame
Your pathetic stories sound the same
Alcohol of fame
Watch it all go down the drain
Yeah!
Alcohol of fame
Psycho visions swirling in your brain
Alcohol of fame
Watch you dying in the coldest rain
FINAL VERSE
It’s never too late to turn back the clock
And drag your sorry ass back to the top
Admitting you’re wrong is the first step
Lying to yourself is the bridge to death
You can be clean and start over again
Or you can be the author of your life’s end
Make a decision, don’t think too hard
The road to recovery is no holds barred
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