Rolling broke and disgusted through the canyons of wealth
Everything I swallow threatens my health
I'll stop one day I promise to myself
I'll stretch until it hurts but I'll reach the top shelf
All my money goes into my mouth
One way or another and it won't come out
There's nothing in my pocket but there used to be gold
A good bartender does what she's told
(Chorus)
Top shelf I think that I should
The bottles may be dusty but the insides may be good
Top shelf once you're into the light
If I don't recognize you you're gonna be shot on sight
The cops get more courageous I get more depressed
I don't speak her language so I frequently guess
They wonder all about her from the east to the west
Is she demonically or just self-possessed?
Don't take away my beverages
I need those for drinking
Don't break apart my head tonight
I need that to do some thinking