This last lonely bottle is my best friend
My savior and my salvation
Upstanding soldier, pride of the nation
Marching off to battle in single formation
Row of empties, row of empties
Merciful Jesus, I only want one
Lo and behold, look what God sent me
Shiver me timbers, thy will be done
Now the scars on my wrists have at last grown numb
Women don’t want you to love them
All they believe in is blind devotion
They’ll drag you through through the depths of their infinite oceans
Row of empties, row of empties
Where once there were many, now there are none
Blood of the lamb, my baby left me
Waste not, want no, thy will be done
Seems like bad luck been my best friend
So long since good luck I can’t even remember
So call 911 if I should stop breathing
But wake me when it’s last call
The longer I sit here the better I’m feeling
one more martini won’t phase me at all
Row of empties, row of empties
Merciful Jesus, I only want one
Lo and behold, look what God sent me
Luck of the Irish, thy will be done