Hey Mr Barman, won't you fill my cup?
I've been waiting all day for some kind of pick me up
My body's tired and my mouth is dry
All this hurtin' will go down perfect
With a whiskey on ice
I wanna know,
Am I anything more than a bag of bones?
Where do I go
If no place I'm in ever feels like home? Yeah
I'm in the driver's seat with no sense of direction
I can't get a good grip on the wheel
Or any of my emotions
Because when things get bad I just about lose my mind
My heart beats fast
And my eyes grow wild just like a child
I wanna know,
Am I anything more than a bag of bones?
Where do I go
If no place I'm in ever feels like home? ohhh
Ahhhh, Ahhhhh, Ahhhhh
Hey Mr Barman, please fill my cup
I've been working all day, and I just don't give a fuck
I wanna know,
Am I anything more than a bag of bones? Yeah
Where do I go
If no place I'm in ever feels like home? Ohhhh
Ahhhh, Ahhhhh, Ahhhhh
Oh yeah! (Ahhhh, Ahhhhh, Ahhhhh)
