Why does my body let me get so full of whiskey without no protest or warning signs....

Why does my heart let me go on livin, when the whiskey won't get you off my mind?

I'm way too fecking old for this stupid kind of livin,
and I'm way too fecking stupid to be this damn old.
I seen that side of life and it' all takin and no giving,
this vessels shoving off, if you're willin grab a hold....

(Believe it or not, it 'is' original.)_