| This one goes out to all the bartenders
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| To the winners and to the losers
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| And this one here’s to the drug users
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| To the sinners and to the boozers
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| And man one time for the nightshift workers
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| And all the fed up clowns that quit the circus
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| And this one here’s for all the righteous losers
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| In the land of the dead trying to make it through
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| Wasted 3 am, the lights are on and the bar is closing
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| I didn’t start it but I end this war on the battleground with the drunken
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| soldiers
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| Make it home by the grace of god man
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| Park the whip fall up the stairs
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| It’s a fine line between relaxed and defeated
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| I cross the wires, I kill the demons
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| Twist the cap and drain the bottle for all
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| You know you might be dead tomorrow
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| This one here’s for all the criminal Minded
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| To my past convictions all my Future priors
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| And everyone that got left Behind
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| All the lost souls, on the sea of Life
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| To the good times and the bad times
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| And all the beers in between
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| From the Cradle to the grave
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| Cause no one has a clue what the f*ck it all means
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| Wasted, afternoon, on my back porch just pushing thru
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| 96 degrees and climbing
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| 5 strings On my guitar and a 12 of Budweiser
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| Take Another hit and pass
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| Crank up the jams two sevens clash
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| Man so many people just live to die
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| Waste away just killing time
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| Lost souls
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| Minds closed
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| The lights are out and the engines cold
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| So f*ck it, I’m on a whole different channel sucker
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| And if you lock one door, I’ll open up another
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| Twist the cap and drain the bottle for all
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| You know you might be dead tomorrow |