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)