Twist The Cap

This one goes out to all the bartenders

To the winners and to the losers

And this one here's to the drug users

To the sinners and to the boozers

And man one time for the nightshift workers

And all the fed up clowns that quit the circus

And this one here's for all the righteous losers

In the land of the dead trying to make it through

Wasted 3 am, the lights are on and the bar is closing

I didn't start it but I end this war on the battleground with the drunken soldiers

Make it home by the grace of god man

Park the whip fall up the stairs

It's a fine line between relaxed and defeated

I cross the wires, I kill the demons

Twist the cap and drain the bottle for all

You know you might be dead tomorrow

This one here's for all the criminal Minded,

To my past convictions all my Future priors

And everyone that got left Behind

All the lost souls, on the sea of Life

To the good times and the bad times

And all the beers in between

From the Cradle to the grave

Cause no one has a clue what the fuck it all means

Wasted, afternoon, on my back porch just pushing thru

96 degrees and climbing

5 strings On my guitar and a 12 of Budweiser

Take Another hit and pass

Crank up the jams two sevens clash

Man so many people just live to die

Waste away just killing time

Lost souls

Minds closed

The lights are out and the engines cold

So fuck it, I'm on a whole different channel sucker

And if you lock one door, I'll open up another

Twist the cap and drain the bottle for all

You know you might be dead tomorrow