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