| When you’re looking in the mirror | 
| The unhappy face is looking out | 
| Eyes are looking clearer | 
| As long as money drops around | 
| Your wrecky heart is breaking | 
| And you sip another drink to come | 
| Your punishment you’re taking | 
| And you’re sad as you’ll have only one | 
| Only one | 
| One more hit, you fill your head with promises, it’s alright | 
| One more hit, could change the way you feel, when it’s feelin' right | 
| One more hit, you’re temporary real for you’re out of time | 
| One more hit, your life will not be worth the time of stayin' | 
| And the hours flyin' by you | 
| And the Withershave’s have all been drunk | 
| Something would untie you | 
| And you scramble for the door, it ain’t open | 
| But lookin' at it zippy, when you work as every day, away | 
| Givin' you the frippy | 
| And instead of makin' more you’ll pay | 
| Pay for more | 
| One more hit, you fill your head with promises, it’s alright | 
| One more hit, could change the way you feel, when it’s feelin' right | 
| One more hit, you’re temporary real for you’re out of time | 
| One more hit, your life may not be worth the time | 
| One more, one more, one more | 
| One more hit, you fill your head with promises, it’s alright | 
| One more hit, could change the way you feel, when it’s feelin' right | 
| One more hit, you’re temporary real for you’re out of time | 
| One more hit, ohhhh | 
| One more hit, ohhhh | 
| Ohhhh | 
| One more hit | 
| One more hit |