Empty on the table Black roses on the of people dancing To an unfamiliar stranger Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm down With empty bottles on the roses on the ground
Ground six with the permanent bliss sharp glass lips, give me a kiss Eyes fixated with the shape label, white letters, they integrate Cubans in the bar with harpoons I bloom in the fog like mushrooms See bullet hole in the window of my past Now that's I call a shot glass (two, three, four)
Empty bottles on the roses on the ground 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
Count the on the sidewalk Pack the box in my left palm Flame on the tip of a I don't know where the light from Legs like a ghost, I 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 roses on the Silhouettes of people To an sound stranger Can I you a friend? My friend, I'm going down empty bottles on the table Black on the ground
Oh, what a life it's What about my life in there? What about the would and If's, maybe's, could-have-been's? You didn't know about me, man You didn't go to school in the that I had to wear back then Look at you, faggot, what you looking at, punk? What, bitch? me another shot, hey, what you want? it a double, fuck it, a triple, fuck 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
Wake up in the morning feeling I'm not awake at all a Tylenol, shake it off Wanna take another shot of 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 me with a sawed-off
bottles on the table Black on the ground Silhouettes of dancing To an unfamiliar Hello Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going With empty on the table Black roses on the
Empty bottles on the Black on the ground 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