A Drink Laced With Sin

Sit back and begin to flex

Show the world who they're messin with

Just a guy with a gun at his side

A knife in his hand and a grande outside

Throwing you all off the face of the earth

He walks with spurs like a western hero of pasts lifes

Cowboy hats and whiskey bottles fly across the sky

Now that the dancing girls twinkle like shinning stars

So one drink goes back and another down

Slam the glass to the table and begin again

But when your eyelides shut and the nightmares come

You see me standing there holding the guns

One bullet in your head and one in the gut

First you stop thinking then your bowels fall out

Metaphores form as you lay dying

You have to stop thinking in order for truth to come out

Passed out on the floor in a dirth bathhouse stall

Dreams of fire and brimstone fill you again

Filling you up you feel the heat

The sins of your fathers have been placed on your shoulders

So drink up the liquer of you regret

Black fluid from your head to your feet

Spill it out and you are killed in disgust

No one wants to set a table for a sinner as such

The stones have been thrown yet you hold out

Truth has now passed and only lies slip past

Past the ears of wreched men who hate you

Not willing to take it anymore

I look in there eyes and see in each a part of myself

Break the liar in half and begin to live your own life

Almost the same and yet so far apart

Alcoholic stupers suddenly let the beans fall out

So it takes posion to get you to truely sobbered up

Nothing but a waisted life, how do you live with yourself?

Get back on your horse and ride into the night

Out of my hair and out of my sight

And forever out of my life