So I'm going to the thrift store to buy a suit for a funeral For another dead friend I guess I'm kind of getting used to it now Stopping by the bar on the way, you know it isn't that unusual Because I gotta keep my chin up and the bottle's gonna show me how
Cause another good kid hits the end of a broken road And truth be told I don't know how I bear the load And another righteous soul is moving on to a brighter path Let's raise a glass in hopes that this might be the last
Saturday afternoon, an empty seat at the bar You left so early, we've got hours til last call Speedball livin' and you're only gonna get so far
Only the good die young, the rest we get fuck all
Stumblin' out the bar, it's after dark, the thrift store's closed Spit shine my boots and try to borrow someone's tie And if my gaze could pierce this fog I know Tonight I'd see another star up in the sky
So lonely without all them kids around Everybody's leaving and I'm living in a ghost town Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/stray-bullets/thrift-store-lyrics/#Xp880xY8OBIP8wXg.99