What is this wrestle in my teeth? Bite hard and barely feel a thing
What a shame, such a waste How much longer could this take? Oh I know, it's too much When I barely get enough
One more for the road One more then let's go One more for the road
Grab your insides, we've got a mess to make Hold your posture, we've got some hearts to take Show me my weakness and I will convince it has All been mistaken, you're still mistaken I want a taste, a taste of my own medicine Draped across my throat