Vodka shots on the house.
The waitress "s beeing polite.
And her bulldozer boyfriend
Is waitin for me outside.
That"s not till later
Till i"ve drunk my self numb
And i leave there crawling,
Deaf,blind and dumb.
Cuz I don"t see a future,
Can"t remember the past
And the thing "bout the present
Is that it don"t last.
Got me a lawyer
To defend me from me.
In a nasty divorce deal.
But it"s all right, ya see.
At least the kids are alright.
I"m starring down the barrel,
The gunpowder taste of
This old , smoked single malt
Bottle that
Cost me a soul.
But I bargained with Satan.
Got the price down to half.
He get"s in on workdays,
But let me tell ya ol" boy,
Come friday morning
I go down to that hole
To see that little waitress
Thats oh so polite
Or her buldozer boyfriend
Waiting for me outside.
Cuz I don"t see a future,
Can"t recall the past
And the thing "bout the present-
It don"t fucking last.