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

Brown bottle sits with the permanent bliss

Razor sharp glass lips, give me a kiss

Eyes fixated with a 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 whens?

If, maybes, could-have-beens? 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, yeah, oh

Wanna take another shot of Jack, but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off, yeah, oh

Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake at all

Take a Tylenol, shake it off, yeah, oh

Wanna take another shot of Jack, but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off, yeah

Oh-oh-oh

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