Butcher the Bar
Rounds
One more feeble excuse for a drinkMy shoulders are starting to sinkThe thought had crossed my mindHell yes, this cash is disposable incomeIt's time for one last roundIf you need anotherI'll meet you halfwayWhat do you say?You're spitting bloodI'm spitting feathersWe will get by with all the silly things you suggestOh God, like shit we'll be sleeping tonightJust scrolling through all our old picturesOur friends we never seeWhat next? We've already beaten the sunriseThe morning seeps right throughWe soldier onwardsMake a few friends on the wayHe's so drunk, brokenheartedWe follow him home, continue to ruin our bodiesHe said, "I think I know you,I recognize your humor"I never seen him beforeAnd surely won't again
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