An Hour And A Half Late For Happy Hour
You're just a big mouth waiting for the "all fall down."
I'm just a fist with a glass and some despair to drown, You think you know what's up? I'll turn it upside down.
A guillotine waiting for the head that wears the crown.
Get off my back and I'll get off yours.
Call off the attack, it's such a fucking bore.
