My tongue is dry from preaching blasphemy all nightnIt's a thankless job, but no one's got to do itnMy mouth's on fire, but it's something that I'm used tonI'm just preparing for my sentence; I hear eternity's a long timennI saw your roots; I saw what you dug them intonI wish you could see the samenI read your mind; you made mistakes, you didn't know it at the timenA year removed and you're still making themnnYou are drunk on a dreamnA masochistic fantasynThank her, you can have anothernAnd it is hard to believenYou haven't run out of waternWhat's a traveler to do but earn his scarsnnI'm dizzy now cause I've talked myself in circlesnI'll swing and I'll miss the paper machenBut what's inside is none of my concern, I'll never learnnIt's pulled too high and I'm too stubbornnnI am drunk on a dreamnA masochistic fantasynThank you, may I have anothernSo I miss and I missnTill I'm simply shouting expletivesnGod dammit I can never fucking winnnWe're all drunksnWe're all wasted off our assesnOn the delusionary politics of lifenSo we fight, breaking bottles over barstoolsnBleeding dreams of better days we think we knownWe're alive, but we will fix that over timenUntil then, the next round's on menWe're alive, we're alive but we will fix that over timenUntil then, your next few drinks are free