My tongue is dry from preaching blasphemy all night
It's a thankless job, but no one's got to do it
My mouth's on fire, but it's something that I'm used to
I'm just preparing for my sentence; I hear eternity's a long time

I saw your roots; I saw what you dug them into
I wish you could see the same
I read your mind; you made mistakes, you didn't know it at the time
A year removed and you're still making them

You are drunk on a dream
A masochistic fantasy
Thank her, you can have another
And it is hard to believe
You haven't run out of water
What's a traveler to do but earn his scars

I'm dizzy now cause I've talked myself in circles
I'll swing and I'll miss the paper mache
But what's inside is none of my concern, I'll never learn
It's pulled too high and I'm too stubborn

I am drunk on a dream
A masochistic fantasy
Thank you, may I have another
So I miss and I miss
Till I'm simply shouting expletives
God dammit I can never fucking win

We're all drunks
We're all wasted off our asses
On the delusionary politics of life
So we fight, breaking bottles over barstools
Bleeding dreams of better days we think we know
We're alive, but we will fix that over time
Until then, the next round's on me
We're alive, we're alive but we will fix that over time
Until then, your next few drinks are free


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