Laughing at the Ground

If you’ve come for sympathy you’re talking to the wrong person
If you ever saw yourself you’d see that there is something worse
Than using alcohol the way a puppet master uses string
Blood is dripping from your face you haven’t learned a fucking thing
Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall pity the man that’s under them all
Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall pity the man that’s under them all
Crawling like a caterpillar travelling three feet takes a day
Tried to grab your feet as you passed by but you just stepped away
Turn to page thirteen with your free hand a body gagged and bound
I’ve fallen from your dizzy heights I’m lying laughing at the ground
Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall pity the man that’s under them all
Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall pity the man that’s under them all