Empty Bottles
Two hours to get to the show
I'm sitting in the van all alone
One beer left
I'm ready to go.
I go inside
To get some relief
I come back out
And there's the SWAT team
Can't believe this is happening to me
Can't believe this is happening to me
Empty Bottles
Under the seat
I got the cops standing at my feet
Empty Bottles
Under the seat
Two hours after the show
I'm sick and tired
I gotta let go
I'm pushing eighty
To get myself home
I look back
And what do I see
A state trooper
Bearing down on me
Writer/s: Psychotic Reaction
