Dizzy.

John, do you remember the money we would scrape
to get the most we could?
I'll tell you now,
I haven't seen such sick desperation in quite some time.
But here I am.
And it was hard to say "I'll never drink M.D. 20/20 again"
knowing full well it's $2.99 for a 750.
Oh, how we stumbled!
Not enough for food,
but enough to keep our guts burning.

In our facedown months.
In our tired hearts.
In a loneliness that would have killed me if you weren't there.

John, you were just as bad an influence to me as I was to you.
We're still wrapped around the bowl, let's not get confused here.
But my college professor is working this thanksgiving
because he has "so much to catch up on."
It seems everyone we know is playing "catch up".

Meanwhile, I know Mad Dog is still $2.99 (INCLUDING TAX!)
Who is the sick bastard who did this to us?
They make Disneyland unaffordable and keep
MAD DOG AT $2.99!
It puts us right where they want us-
drunk and poor.
It's so expensive to be sober and happy
and so easy to stay drunk and poor.

What are we supposed to do?
How do we save enough to get out of this mess?