Empty on the table Black roses on the of people dancing To an unfamiliar Hello Can I call you a My friend, I'm going down With empty on the table Black on the ground
bottle six with the permanent bliss Razor sharp glass lips, give me a fixated with the familiar shape Black label, letters, they integrate Cubans in the bar with harpoons I bloom in the night fog mushrooms See every bullet in the window of my past Now that's I call a shot glass (two, three, four)
Empty on the table Black roses on the Silhouettes of dancing To an sound Hello Can I you a friend? My friend, I'm going down With bottles on the table Black roses on the
Count the on the sidewalk Pack the box in my left palm Flame on the tip of a I don't where the light came from Legs a ghost, I still walk world mushed concrete, feels soft Blinded by the cameras pop I'm a big fan, glass? (Two, three, four)
Empty on the table roses on the ground Silhouettes of dancing To an unfamiliar stranger Can I you a friend? My friend, I'm going down With empty bottles on the roses on the ground
Oh, what a life been What about my life in there? What about the would and 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 Look at you, faggot, what you looking at, punk? What, bitch? Give me another shot, hey, you want? Make it a double, fuck it, a triple, fuck it, 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 feeling I'm not awake at all a Tylenol, shake it off Wanna take shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off
Wake up in the morning 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
Empty on the table Black on the ground Silhouettes of dancing To an sound stranger Can I call you a My friend, I'm going down With bottles on the table roses on the ground
Empty on the table Black roses on the Silhouettes of dancing To an sound Hello Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going With bottles on the table Black roses on the