I'm holding on for dear life and one more beer. I guess you could say it's a sick little show,

A bottle of troubles and a bed full of woe

It's easy to see without looking too far, you have to be a saint to be as sick as you are.

Half the world's asleep, The rest of them are dreaming.

God forbid if you forget to close the door as you're leaving.

I hate to see you in a bind.