Way to Go! you're a fucking winner
Take off your glasses
Don't let your eyes go to waste
your mouth still bloody with the bitter taste
of bourbon and words that you never meant to say
we tried to be the first ones out
but the smoke was thick and
the blood was too
and the blood runs through and we're
all at arms, and the shots rang out,
and the floor came quick
and we all fall down
this whiskey breath is beating me
slowly to death and these
walks in cold snow can't be helping my
health i'm under the weather
i'm under arrest
way to go.
