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