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