Blood of the Devil, you are my killer the ache in my liver is making me shiver you agony giver.
But I don't care about anything at all, while you are with me, oh sweet ethanol! I can barely stand, I try to crawl, I fall over and I start to bawl.
I want to vomit, stomach in flames, when you are gone, only guilt remains. So I keep going, I drink the stains, the liquid of the Devil's veins.