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