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