A bottle in front of me
Is like a frontal lobotomy
What do you want from me
Other than love?
You're leaving early
At 6 in the morning
I'll pour me another drink
And play the guitar
And sing
"long live the winos."
I'll sing
"long live the winos."
Your lips ain't whiskey
But they taste so good
It's all that i have, babe
Way more than i should
I know you have to go, dear
And once you get out
I'll climb on the rooftop
And drink with the stars
And pray
"long live the winos!"
Pray, baby
"long live the winos!"
I'll pray
"long live the winos!"
I'll pray, baby
"long live the winos..."
Long live the winos
Long live the winos
Long live the winos...
The bottle is empty
The stores are long closed (f*ck)
Everything oughta come to an end
I suppose
All of that drink swirling my veins
A venomous tide
I'll fall onto the screechy couch
And put my head on the side
And whisper
"long live the winos,"
Yeah
"long live the winos."
And whisper
"long live the winos,"
I'll whisper, darling
"long live the winos..."
Long live the winos