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Rorschach Test - A Toast lyrics
I wonder why they call this happy hour for surely no one's happy here A flock of faces try to hide their pain and sorrow between the vodka, gin and beer They're never leaving here. For all the time that I have wasted on being wasted all the time For every lie I've told and all the lies I've swallowed with just a pinch of salt and lime Raise your glasses one more time Here's to good friends Tonight is kind of special This drink I hold will soon be holding me It always ends as it begins The passing out and coming to For all the things you do, here's to me, here's to you. Here's to good friends For every tarnished reputation For every beauty queen turned whore For every time I've seen my life flash right before my eyes out of my mouth and on the floor And I still come back for more. For all the dead left on the highway. For every mother left alone. For every fool who started out by trying just one sip and wound up drinking methadone. At least you're not alone. Here's to good friends Tonight is nothing special This drink I hold will soon be holding me It always ends as it begins the passing out and coming to For all the things you do Here's to me Here's to you Here's to good friends. |
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