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Pour Me
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Listen to American Tragedy (Bonus Track Version) by Hollywood Undead
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Listen to Hollywood Undead Essentials featuring Hollywood Undead
PLAYLISTHollywood Undead EssentialsApple Music Hard Rock

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BC Smith
BC Smith
Keyboards
Bart Hendrickson
Bart Hendrickson
Programming
Daniel Murillo
Daniel Murillo
Lead Vocals
Dean Butterworth
Dean Butterworth
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Gilmore
Don Gilmore
Songwriter
Daniel Murillo
Daniel Murillo
Songwriter
Dylan Alvarez
Dylan Alvarez
Songwriter
George Ragan
George Ragan
Songwriter
Jordon Terrell
Jordon Terrell
Songwriter
Jorel Decker
Jorel Decker
Songwriter
Matthew Busek
Matthew Busek
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Gilmore
Don Gilmore
Producer
Ben Grosse
Ben Grosse
Mixing Engineer
Mark Kiczula
Mark Kiczula
Engineer

Lyrics

Pour me, pour me, pour me another It holds me, holds me like no other One more drink, then I swear that I'm going home Truth is, I don't really have a place to go So pour me, pour me, pour me another I wake up right about the mid-afternoon With the sun in the sky, but night's coming soon And I walk to the mirror just to fix myself Yeah, life gets harder when you love nothing else So I pick up my pills from the counter drawer Pick my self-esteem up off the fucking floor I guess I'm a man of no recourse As I crack another bottle, got no remorse And I'll say a little prayer for the child in me I swear I used to be one, I truly believed That I'm not just a man with these broken dreams That even I can go to heaven if I part the sea, so Pour me, pour me, pour me another It holds me, holds me like no other One more drink, then I swear that I'm going home Truth is, I don't really have a place to go So pour me, pour me, pour me another People get sick, and they'll watch you bleed When you fall from the top, boy, you better believe At the bottom, they got just, yeah, just what you need But at the bottom, you can't swim 'cause you drank up the sea When we stop and we look up to the sky They don't ask any questions, they ask us why Don't have any answers, don't know what to say Our knees are getting tired, too tired to pray That's when we lay down, end of the road We all seem to walk it, guess I walked it alone And I'm not just a man with these broken dreams Even I can go to heaven if I part the sea, so Pour me, pour me, pour me another It holds me, holds me like no other One more drink, then I swear that I'm going home Truth is, I don't really have a place to go So pour me, pour me, pour me another Time just seems to go on and on On and on and on and on Life inside a bottle, all along All along, the bottle's gone I'm not just a man with these broken dreams Even I can go to heaven if I part the sea What's life inside a bottle if it's gone? One more song, and I'm finally free I'll meet you here in heaven between the sea 'Cause I'm not just a man with these broken dreams Even I can go to heaven if I part the sea, so Pour me, pour me, pour me another It holds me, holds me like no other One more drink, then I swear that I'm going home Truth is, I don't really have a place to go So pour me, pour me, pour me another Pour me, pour me Pour me, pour me, pour me another Pour me, pour me Pour me, pour me, pour me another
Writer(s): Jorel Decker, George Arthur Ragan, Jordon Kristopher Terrell, Dylan Peter Alvarez, Matthew Busek, George Don Gilmore, Daniel Murillo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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