lyrics by Jackson Dawes

Steve is a good guy, but he has a problem He loves to drink and he loves to party He drinks all night, and then gets in a fight And then drinks some more and loses his sight Steve's liver is bruised and battered And that's an organ that really matters Up on the balcony yelling at folks And then he drinks some more and makes a few jokes We told Steve to slow it down He said I'm fine, you fucking clown He kept on drinking, and he drinks a lot Can't believe he isn't pinched by the cops Steve's liver is bruised and battered And that's an organ that really matters Up on the balcony yelling at folks And then he drinks some more and makes a few jokes Steve, Steve, it's not too late AA's not fun, but you still could go straight A good time is what you deliver We just feel sorry for your liver Steve's liver is bruised and battered And that's an organ that really matters Up on the balcony yelling a folks And then he drinks some more and makes a few jokes Put your shirt back on and stop talking so loud I'm two feet away and youre yelling like its a crowd You hit the cue ball too damn hard But you liver's just about to fold it's cards Last names withheld to protect the guilty