Shots

One shot for the kid in my psyche Two shots for the kids that never liked me Three shots to rock my true chakra Four for vibrato like a well performed opera Always topped off, never top shelf Never taught shit ever but I always talked well Enough dodge all the inevitability Of weekdays, hangovers, general futility Of silly me in a tizzy over dreams While I'm drunk seeing double of the fizzling of means To the ends that I fiend for since I was teen Green lights changing to the color of my teeth Fuck it though I'm feeling good for the night And I could feel this way every night for my whole life All it's gonna take is s tool on my liver But I'm paying for that in years I don't want to live for Living for these weekends Hoping means don't give way to weak ends Shots Baby getting shots Forgetting what I brought Its credit for the cost So we getting Shots Baby get shots 'Till we getting sloshed Maybe getting tossed Still we getting Shots Baby get shots Maybe get lost Lately in my thoughts So we getting Shots Baby get shots Smack them off the bar top And throw them back 'till we drop Five shots for the old college try Six shots for the bags under my eyes Seven shots for the heaven that I gave up Eight shots for a God who never gave a fuck Fuck that I'm the God of my own path Laughing in the face of the cold hard facts That I could never self actualize in this mold that I've been told could turn copper into gold and back Propping my lean against the bar counter Shots for the rabble by the hour Sour faced taking my licks with no chaser No pace set, no gauge for my nature Made by the creator to be a creature of habit Like Alice I can't help chasing my rabbits It's the savage in my DNA ravaging the replay Seeing black outs on the weekdays All because of the fucks I never gave For a bar set low with weights I could never raise Shots Baby getting shots Forgetting what I brought Its credit for the cost So we getting Shots Baby get shots 'Till we getting sloshed Maybe getting tossed Still we getting Shots Baby get shots Maybe get lost Lately in my thoughts So we getting Shots Baby get shots Smack them off the bar top And throw them back 'till we drop Nine shots for my foresight's blind spots Ten shots for the end shots time slot Eleven shots for the revenue I'm lacking Twelve shots for way way back when I was down wind of the towns pretense That tall fences kept out all confoundment Still found myself peeking through the posts Of white pickets wondering where highways go Ghosting the reality presented to my mental Kissing sanity goodbye without feeling sentimental My temperament is not meant for feeling shit though So I take this body as a rental to the shit show Rain sleet or snow I'm gonna get my glow 'Cause I never really know if this set will be my last show Fuck it though I'm feeling good with this life I never think twice about vibrating my wind pipe Speaking of which, I better speak up for last call Shots for the house and a six pack and that's all Shots Baby getting shots Forgetting what I brought Its credit for the cost So we getting Shots Baby get shots 'Till we getting sloshed Maybe getting tossed Still we getting Shots Baby get shots Maybe get lost Lately in my thoughts So we getting Shots Baby get shots Smack them off the bar top And throw them back 'till we drop