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Teksty: Lou Reed. The Blue Mask. Underneath The Bottle.

Ooohhh-wheee, look at me
Looking for some sympathy
It's the same old story -
- of a man and his search for glory
And he found it, there underneath the bottle

Things are never good, things go from bad to weird
Hey gimme another scotch with my beer
I'm sad to say -
- I feel the same today as I always do
Gimme a drink to relax me

Ooohhh-wheee, liquor set free
I can't do no work, the shake's inside me
Ahhh, shucks
I got the lousiest luck, I'm sick of this

Underneath the bottle

Seven days make a week, on two of them I sleep
I can't remember what the heck I was doing
I got bruise on my leg -
- from I can't remember when
I fell down some stairs, I was lyin' underneath the bottle

Ooohhh0wheee, son of a b.
You get so down, you can't get any lower
So long world, you play too rough
And it's getting me all mixed up
I lost my pride and it's hiddin' there underneath the bottle