Take One Down And Pass It Around

One hundred bottles of beer on the floor

A hundred bottles of beer

Less than twenty days from drowning

In the last five years

A ring sucked from a finger

A desert that sucks dreams

Sand under grass

Under fountains, under trees

The pit sees only half of what you're spending

Roulette wheels spinning, join in all the winning

As pirates sail down sidewalks

We drink beer in paper bags

No stopping, standing, hopeless sidewalks

The celebratory atmosphere sags

We wonder, will it ever rain again?

We wonder on our money, on our bottled rum and gin

Party central can only hold so much

Lights, skies, and horizons, drinks, buffets, but enough

Talk and games, now it's time to die

One hundred bottles on the ground

And a last glance from the floor to the desert sky