Livin on poundcake, watchin' the sun bake
All of those fighters covered in armor
Beatin' my baudraun, by the pavilion
Smell of the steaks out there on the fire
Chorus 1
Wastin' away again in St Golias
Lookin' for my lost bottle of scotch
And some people claim, that there's a woman to blame
But I know, It's nobody's fault
Verse 2
Don't know the reason, I came to this e-vent
Nothin for sure but this black an' blue bruise
But it's a real beauty, an armor bite doozy
How it got here I haven't a clue
Chorus 2
Wastin' away again in St Golias
Lookin' for my lost bottle of scotch
And some people claim, that there's a woman to blame
But I think, Hell it could be my fault
Verse 3
Stepped in a chuck hole, blew out a buckle
Tore up my leg, had to cruise on back home
But there's beer in the cooler, though it could be cooler
That golden liquid that helps me hang on
Chorus 3
Wastin' away again in St Golias
Lookin' for my lost bottle of scotch
An' some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know, It's my own damn fault
Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I'm glad, It's my own damn fault