A Toast

You tell me that you want to go to heaven But you run around acting like you're gonna live forever Well, you tell me that you're going through hell Well, you're putting others through it and you say that I smell Like I haven't had a shower in 23 days Like an unbalanced beer can two minutes too late A look like a stale face from a fresh grave Chip on my shoulder and an eye full of rage Can you taste that beer with your back to the bar? Can you smell that cigarette without letting down your guard? Ten cans, 4 AM friends The sad thing is that you've always been like this Moaning in a bed shaped like a hearse Believe the lies that you tell yourself You tell me that my problem is thinking I can chase it away with a problem like drinking Well, you tell me you don't want to get old Got a party on the line and a grave on hold Like a drunk operator, like a game of roulette Like a martini balanced on a whiffleball bat When the hard wind blows, it's gonna fall down When the wind blows there'll be broken glass all around Can you taste that beer with your back to the bar? Can you smell that cigarette without letting down your guard? Ten cans, 4 AM friends The sad thing is that you've always been like this Moaning in a bed shaped like a hearse Believe the lies that you tell yourself, things can never get worse Can you taste that beer with your back to the bar? Can you smell that cigarette with a smell so far away? Ten cans, 4 AM friends The sad thing is that you've always been like this Like a bright shiny apple with a worm inside Believe the lies that you tell yourself, this is the only way to die This is the only way to die This is the only way to die, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah This is the only way to die, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah This is the only way to die