Pour me, pour me, pour me another
It holds me, holds me like no other
One more drink, then i swear that i am going home
Truth is, i don´t really have a place to go...
so pour me pour me... pour me another
I wake up right about mid-afternoon
With the sun in the sky but nights coming soon,
I walk to the mirror just to fix myself
Yeah... life gets harder when you love nothing else
So i pick my pills from the counter drawer,
pick myself esteem up of the fucking floor...
i guess i am a man of no recourse
As i crack another bottle, got no remorse!
And i´ll say a little prayer for the child in me,
i swear i used to be what i truly believe...
That I´am not just a man with these broken dreams,
even i could go to heaven if I´am part deceased
so...
Pour me, pour me, pour me another
It holds me, holds me like no other
One more drink, then i swear that i am going home
Truth is, i don´t really have a place to go...
so pour me pour me... pour me another
People get sick and they watch you bleed...
When you fall from the top, boy you better believe
At the bottom they got just..YEAH.. just what you need
well at the bottom, you can´t swim ´cause you drank up the sea
Then we stop and we look up to the sky
They don´t have any answers, don´t know what to say...
Our knees are getting tired too tired to pray
Thats when we laid down the end of the road,
we all seem to walk and i guess walking alone...
And I´m not just a man with these broken dreams...
even i could go to heaven if I´m part deceased
so...
Pour me, pour me, pour me another
It holds me, holds me like no other
One more drink, then i swear that i am going home
Truth is, i don´t really have a place to go...
so pour me pour me... pour me another
Time just seem to go on and on... on and on...
And on and on...
Life inside a bottle all alone... all alone...
The bottle is gone
I´m not just a man with these broken dreams,
even i could go to heaven, if I´m part deceased
Whats life inside a bottle if it´s cold???
One more song and I´am finally free,
I´ll meet you here in heaven, between the sea,
cause I´m not just a man with these broken dreams
even I could go to heaven if I´m part deceased
so..
Pour me, pour me, pour me another
It holds me, holds me like no other
One more drink, then i swear that i am going home
Truth is, i don´t really have a place to go...
so pour me pour me... pour me another