Social Disease

[Verse] My bulldog is barking in the backyard Enough to raise a dead man from his grave And i can't concentrate on what i'm doing Disturbance going to crucify my days And the days they get longer and longer And the nighttime is a time of little use For i just get ugly and older I get juiced on mateus and just hang loose [Chorus 1] And i get bombed for breakfast in the morning I get bombed for dinner time and tea I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time I'm a genuine example of a social disease [Chorus 2] My landlady lives in a caravan Well that is when she isn't in my arms And it seems i pay the rent in human kindness But my liquor also helps to grease her palms And the ladies are all getting wrinkles And they're falling apart at the seams Well i just get high on tequila And see visions of vineyards in my dreams [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2] [Chorus 1] [Outro] I'm a genuine example of a social disease