Wretched red tooth and the claw
The tables stick to the floor
Dirty flies and stale tobacco
And the price of my
soul
So f**k it all what's in store
No remedy for the poor
Fill my glass
Against these ruins
My fragments are shorn
My
lord...
Now pick me up should I fall
Careful I might spend it all
The bar is tapped into poison
For a fix and a brawl
So
keep 'em coming I call
Beer is blood
Pour it all
Turn up that goddamned music
Till they show me the door
My lord...
Line
'em up
This ain't just pissin in the wind
A sty will blind you in the end
Believe there's wisdom in my plan
Another
round...
My ruin
