Sister (Whiskey Cigarette) Video (MV)

Chain smoking on the front porch with ya
Lighter-glow-exposed silhouettes
Philosophical, drunk life lessons
Fire throats, how's the whiskey cigarette?
Oh, it's great
Living room "Octahate" dance session
Will we ever care about what they think?
Are we gonna make it to the damn club?
I'm thinking maybe I've had too much to drink
But it's okay
Sister, hold me up
Hype me up and tell me
Everything that's on your mind
Here's to our youth
Hiding pain with our drained glass bottles
Laughing 'til our ribs are tough
Not a worry in the world, we're just fine
Now shake your ass
Get it on the floor, feel the beat
Don't you dare sit down now
Toast to our youth
Even though you know I know about you
And the mundane-stained pain and thoughts
Don't you ever think I'll leave you dirty
Dirty thirty don't deserve that kind of mess
Not again
Here's to our youth
Hiding pain with our drained glass bottles
Laughing til our ribs are tough
Not a worry in the world, we're just fine
Now shake your ass
Get it on the floor, feel the beat
Don't you dare sit down now
Toast to our youth
Your old friends left you to die
'Cause they don't care like I do about you
They've never known what it's like to have
Something good taken away
But now you're here smoking half a pack
With the people who you know who got your back
Toast to our youth
Toast to our youth
Toast to our youth
Toast to our youth
Toast to our youth