| Stuck between the thirst of too little
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| And the abyss of too much
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| A blast from the tower and a thirty day ride
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| I need a shot with a punch
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| Skeletons dancing in a jittery daze
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| With a sparkling gleam in their eyes
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| Above apologizing for our devious ways
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| I’ve taken a word from the wise
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| I don’t need nasty, don’t need nice
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| I won’t heed your self-serving advice
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| While you’re weeping over wounds in your head
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| I’m here laughing with the dead
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| Quiero tequila? |
| Where’s my beer?
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| Unbutton my peyote now it’s crystal clear
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| When y’all get over fucking with your head
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| I’ll be laughing with the dead
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| Waking up crudo in the white hot sun
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| Nightmares of Melrose and you
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| Bedmates with the red ants and a scorpion
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| Looks like my fates have come through
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| Oh, skeletons dancing an ethereal haze
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| Keeps a sparkling gleam in their eyes
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| Above apologizing for our devious ways
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| This is a word from the wise
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| I don’t need nasty, I don’t need nice
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| I don’t hear your self-righteous advice
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| You keep on digging at the hole in your head
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| I’m here laughing with the dead
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| Quiero tequila? |
| One more beer
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| Unbutton my peyote, now it’s crystal clear
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| When y’all get over screwing with your head
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| I’ll be laughing, laughing with the dead |