Lyrics:
can't fix me
You can't fix me
I was built on a Friday and you can't fix me
Even so I've done okay
So grab that last bottle full of gasoline
Gasoline
from, arraignments to entertainment
24 seve, the same shit, playin' the strip livin' dangerous
Bottle after bottle, soon became a ritual
The patterens
off the mountain side
And leave you all alone?
Yes, my husband's gone to Bowlin' Green
To do some business there.
Then Caleb threw that bottle
the bottle in his stomach
Alcoholic, alcoholic
That's a word they
Like to call it
Blame me
Blame me
There's always me to blame
Blame me
Did you see
All the green green bottles
But it won't last forever
Nim-nee nim-nee nim-nee wah
Nim-nee nim-nee nim-nee hey-oh
Nim-nee nim-nee nim-nee wah
know where I am
Hell I don't even know where I am
We got something to eat and then we took to the bars
A bottle of tequila and two fat cigars
We
herself every night
Fooling around with her fears.
In the morning she mourns the decline of her mind
Drowning in a bottle of beer.
It's too dangerous
Jimmy jack, flash smash
Broken bottle, broken crash
Shooting rotten, rotten hash
Drinking bottles, what an arse up
What a slip up, shouting
the details
He dies in every living room in town
In his own a bottle's thrown in anger
And his father cries, "We'll never live this down"
Oh, how many
And maybe tomorrow you can change your mind
I got my friends
I got a bottle of wine
And I'm feeling fine
I don't miss you now
I don't miss you
dripping down her vine
Taste of golden honey sweet as candy money
Bottle it up and make her mine
[Chorus]
Give me a taste of your fine, fine wine
Well walkin' with sorrow
Through a lonely day
With those empty bottles
Tryin' to ease my pain
I'm still here drinkin'
Over the good ol' days
a great big change
Gonna be a lookin' for a bottle in the middle of the night
Lookin' for a chance to hold daddy tight
A washin' little diapers every day
little li-o-day
When I was young and twenty
They brought me the bottles plenty
Now they've changed their tune
They bring me the bottles empty
Come,
She wants I man I can look up to, a mentor-- Fuck you!
Get your things packed
Yes kids, the poison is the message in the bottle
Before the dawn she'll
And you are not
Then no one wins
Our babies have known
No father
Makes it harder to call
I don't bother
Bottle up
Bottle down
Is how I live
follow
Break it like a bottle
Inspire like a role model
Say, "I am" (I am) "Somebody" (Somebody)
Yo, my soul, bounce rock and roll
Tumble with
And we'd meet a lot of fools bustin' their hopes on the way to the top
Pass me another bottle and turn down the lights
Forget about tomorrow, babe we're
again
Poppin' bottles, cuttin' up, livin' life to the end
So lean low, if you feelin' like I'm feelin', let's go
Got a cup, throw it up, now hit the flo'
whole bottle (ahoo)
Can someone please just help me?
Yeah, I'm talking 'bout my head
Don't mess with all my dreams
I'm talking 'bout my friends
finally free
baby
It's easier to let you have your way
cnd it's easier to let you leave this way
I'll have mine tomorrow
Let the baby have his bottle
cnd
entrance.
Shaking up the bottle like she's paying the maracas.
Says she's high and she's restless.
He puts something on the stereo. It sounds like it's
all about to get ass
Sam coming through with a bottle of the Cap
Me and Dean 'bout to tube, Mark taking out the trash
Clean up my room, bitches 'bout
an eagle on your head
They gon' lay eggs and fled
Hope I don't wake up tomorrow with regret ( with regret)
I woke up with a bottle in my bed (ooh)
Fuck
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