Empty 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 With bottles 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 every bullet hole in the of my past Now what I call a shot glass (two, three, four)
Empty bottles on the Black on the ground of people dancing To an unfamiliar Hello Can I call you a My friend, I'm going down With empty on the table Black roses on the
the cracks on the sidewalk Pack the cigarette box in my palm Flame on the tip of a I don't know where the light from Legs like a ghost, I walk world mushed concrete, feels soft Blinded by the pop flash I'm a big fan, shot (Two, three, four)
Empty bottles on the roses on the ground Silhouettes of dancing To an sound stranger Can I you a friend? My friend, I'm going down With bottles on the table Black on the ground
Oh, what a life it's What my life in there? What about the would and when's? If's, maybe's, You didn't know shit about me, man You didn't go to school in the clothes that I had to wear back Look at you, fucking faggot, what you at, punk? What, Give me another shot, hey, what you want? Make it a double, fuck it, a triple, it, give me the bottle And then bottoms-up, what a positive role model
Hey Wolf, Wolf! on man, it's time to go
Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not at all a Tylenol, shake it off Wanna take another shot of Jack but Jack D me with a sawed-off
up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake at all Take a Tylenol, it off Wanna take shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off
Empty bottles on the roses on the ground Silhouettes of people To an sound Hello Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going With empty bottles on the Black roses on the
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