Text: Tankard. Barfly.

D.T. empty stare and body shiver
Whisky - need a shot to stop the quiver
I've been here for days or minutes
Where is here? I couldn't tell
Somewhere in the outer limits
Pretty close, I guess, to Hell
Hazy names and places
Foggy memory
Help me - Mister, can you spare a dollar?
Need a drink before I start to holler
Seedy bars is where I hang out
Crawling up the Strip all night
Dodging tabs and seeking spenders
Passing out or starting fights
It's a way of living
In the underworld

Close to the edge -