It's just like a battle zonenYou got a bottle, now you're on your ownnGotta be a scotch or a kamikazenNone of those other weapons will faze mennFirst of the last callsnIt's in your heart, it's in your mindnFirst of the last callsnCashing it in before your timennHundred hundred hundred bottles on the wallnYou wonder if you can drink them allnGotta go home at 1:00 AMnThe bottle wins the battle again