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The Lawrence Arms

A Toast

 

A Toast

(album: Cocktails And Dreams - 2005)


You tell me that you wanna go to heaven
But you run around acting like you're gonna live forever
Well you tell me that you're going through hell
But you're putting others through it. You say that I smell
Like I haven't had a shower in 23 days
Like an unbalanced beer can, two minutes too late
A look like a stale face from a fresh grave
A chip on my shoulder and an eye full of rage

Can you taste that beer with your back to the bar
Can you smell a cigarette without letting down your guard?

Ten cans, 4 a.m. friends
The sad thing is that you've always been like this
Moaning in a bed shaped like a hearse
Believe the lies that you tell yourself

You tell me that my problem is thinking
But I can chase it away with a problem like drinking
Well you tell me you don't wanna get old
But you've got a party on the line and a grave on hold
Like a drunk operator, like a game of roulette
Like a martini balanced on a whiffle ball bat
When a hard wind blows it's gonna fall down
When the wind blows there'll be broken glass all around

Can you taste that beer with your back to the bar
Can you smell a cigarette without letting down your guard?

Ten cans, 4 a.m. friends
The sad thing is that you've always been like this
Moaning in a bed shaped like a hearse
Believe the lies that you tell yourself
Things could never get worse

Can you taste that beer with your back to the bar
Can you smell a cigarette when you smell so far away

Ten cans, 4 a.m. friends
The sad thing is that you've always been like this
Like a bright shiny apple with a worm inside
Believe the lies that you tell yourself
This is the only way to die

This is the only way to die
This is the only way to die
This is the only way to die
This is the only way to die

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