Empty on the table Black roses on the of people dancing To an sound stranger Can I you a friend? My friend, I'm going down With empty on the table Black roses on the
Ground bottle six the permanent bliss sharp glass lips, give me a kiss Eyes fixated with the familiar Black label, letters, they integrate in the bar room with harpoons I in the night fog like mushrooms See bullet hole in the window of my past Now what I call a shot glass (two, three, four)
bottles on the table Black roses on the Silhouettes of people To an unfamiliar stranger Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going With empty on the table Black roses on the
the cracks on the sidewalk Pack the cigarette box in my left on the tip of a smoke I don't know where the came from like a ghost, I still walk Whole world mushed concrete, soft by the cameras pop flash I'm a big fan, glass? (Two, three, four)
Empty on the table Black roses on the of people dancing To an unfamiliar Hello Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going With bottles on the table Black roses on the
Oh, what a life been What about my life in What about the would and when's? If's, maybe's, could-have-been's? You didn't know about me, man You didn't go to school in the clothes that I had to wear back at you, fucking faggot, what you looking at, punk? What, bitch? Give me another shot, hey, what you Make it a double, it, a triple, fuck it, give me the bottle And then it's bottoms-up, a positive role model
Hey Wolf, Wolf! Come on man, it's to go
Wake up in the morning like I'm not awake at all Take a Tylenol, it off Wanna take another of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off
Wake up in the morning feeling I'm not awake at all Take a Tylenol, it off Wanna take another shot of Jack but D shot me with a sawed-off
bottles on the table Black on the ground Silhouettes of people To an sound Hello Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm down empty bottles on the table Black on the ground
Empty on the table roses on the ground Silhouettes of people To an unfamiliar Hello Can I call you a My friend, I'm going down empty bottles on the table Black on the ground