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Now that Satan is your guide

He claims your drunken soul

Like Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde

You lose your self control

Not knowing right from wrong

Your head spinning round and round

Any minute now, it won't be long

Before you come unwound

Unconscious suicide

Your life is on the brink

Your body's mortified

But you just drink and drink

Getting soused is your way

It makes you scream and shout

Can't recall yesterday

And again, you blacked out

Alcohol’s your weakness

It's all you ever crave

You’re living death! In excess

Now you are its slave

The bottle takes you on a ride

You're reckless and you're brave

The truth can't be denied

It’ll put you in your grave

In a state of unfitness

Your body starts to seize

A self-inflicted sickness

Fuckin’ social disease