Empty bottles on the Black on the ground Silhouettes of people To an unfamiliar Hello Can I call you a My friend, I'm going down With empty on the table Black on the ground
Ground bottle six with the permanent Razor sharp glass lips, give me a Eyes fixated with the familiar Black label, white letters, they Cubans in the bar room harpoons I bloom in the fog like mushrooms See bullet hole in the window of my past Now that's what I call a shot (two, three, four)
Empty bottles on the roses on the ground Silhouettes of people To an sound stranger Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm down With empty on the table roses on the ground
Count the cracks on the Pack the box in my left palm Flame on the tip of a I don't where 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, glass? (Two, three, four)
Empty on the table Black on the ground Silhouettes of dancing To an unfamiliar Hello Can I you a friend? My friend, I'm going down With empty bottles on the Black on the ground
Oh, a life it's been What about my life in there? about the would and when's? If's, maybe's, could-have-been's? You didn't shit about me, man You go to school in the clothes that I had to wear back then Look at you, fucking faggot, you looking at, punk? What, bitch? Give me 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 positive role
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 shot me with a
Wake up in the feeling like I'm not awake at all Take a Tylenol, it off Wanna take another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a
Empty on the table Black on the ground of people dancing To an sound Hello Can I call you a My friend, I'm going down empty bottles on the table Black roses on the
bottles on the table Black on the ground Silhouettes of dancing To an unfamiliar Hello Can I call you a My friend, I'm going down empty bottles on the table Black roses on the