We cover up our faults
In booze and loud music
Loose women and bar room lights
Everyone's afraid of lashing out
Because we can't very well lash in
With due cause
Give me 10 grand
And Hunter S. Thompson
Fear and loathing?
Fear of nothing
We've got liquid courage
And places to play
We're standing dead
In the back room
The tragic sovereignty of adult life
Has fought us tooth and nail
These verses are bleak
But they're mine