Last Bottle Standing

{acoustic guitar picking intro} {four-on-the-floor kick starts soft} (woo)

Sixteen glasses on a cedar bar

Underneath a single silver star

But the cooler's dry and the ice is gone

Yeah we're looking at a long road to the dawn

And the crowd is getting loud

Looking for another round

{filter sweep rising} {synth snare build} Yeah we're running out

There's not enough bottles

to go around

In this dusty corner

of the town

So raise your glasses high

to the sky

And drink it dry

{massive supersaw chord explosion} {thumping electronic beat} We found a dusty case

beneath the floor

But there's fifty people wanting more

{plucked banjo arpeggio}

Trading stories by the flashing light

Trying to make this cheap gold last the night

And the crowd is getting loud

Looking for another round {filter sweep rising} {synth snare build} Yeah we're

running out

There's not enough bottles

to go around

In this dusty corner

of the town

So raise your glasses high

to the sky

And drink it dry

{massive supersaw

chord explosion} {thumping electronic beat} Not enough bottles...

(not enough,

no) {drums drop out} {acoustic guitar fades out slowly} {last chord

resonates}