A Toast

you tell me that you wanna go to heaven
but you run around acting
like you're gonna live forever
when you tell me that you're going through hell
but you're puttin' others through it
and you say that i smell
like i haven't had a shower in 23 days
like an unbalanced beer can
two minutes too late
a look like a stale face
from a fresh grave
with a chip on my shoulder
and an eye full of rage
can you taste that beer
with your back to the bar
can you smell a cigarette
without letting down your guard
ten cans
4 a.m. friends
the sad thing is
that you've always been like this
moaning in a bed shaped like a hearse
believe the lies that you tell yourself
you tell me that my problem is thinking
i can chase it away
with a problem like drinking
you tell me you don't wanna get old
but you've got a party on the line
and a grave on hold
like a drunk operator
like a game of roulette
like a martini balanced
on a whiffle ball bat
when a hard wind blows
it's gonna fall down
when the wind blows
there'll be broken glass all around
can you taste that beer
with your back to the bar
can you smell a cigarette
without letting down your guard
ten cans
4 a.m. friends
the sad thing is
that you've always been like this
moaning in a bed shaped like a hearse
believe the lies that you tell yourself
things could never get worse
can you taste that beer
with your back to the bar
can you smell a cigarette
with a smell so far away
ten cans
4 a.m. friends
the sad thing is
that you've always been like this
like a bright shiny apple with a worm inside
believe the lies that you tell yourself
this is the only way to die