AlcoholT H CWe're packin' heavyBe all you can beBrown bag of $20s.45 ACPHead full of JupiterAs we drive into the sunAnd all the good we thought we did has come undoneIn the end I find I'm back where I'd begunOn an empty highway with a loaded gunShort on sympathyHigh on velocityDamn the inertiaSticks and stonesMy broken thronesRunnin' on envyIf the Hell I'm supposed to pay is coming dueI will write the Devil another IOU
