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