Nose Nacho Blues

(groan) Pour another whiskey, keep the glasses high

Chase away the heavy clouds hanging in the sky

He wants those nose beers,

cutting through the night

Nose nachos on the table,

chasing after the light

Oh, we're burning down the highway on a white-line ride No place

left to run, nowhere left to hide (gimme some more) Nose beers

and nose nachos keeping us awake Just how much can one broken

spirit take? (ahhhh) (ugh)

One more plate

before the sunrise breaks

(down, down, down)