Bottles Burn Fast

Burning the candle at both of the ends

Losing my grip

on the hands of my friends

Deep in the bottle

and high as a kite

Running this rig through a red-light

night

Lord, I am running this life in the ground!

(running it down!)

No brake lines left to be found!

Bigger the fire, the quicker it burns

None of us ever quite taking our turns

Sweating out venom under the porch swing

Waiting to see

what the morning will bring

Lord, I am running this life in the ground!

(running it down!) No brake lines left to be found!