Wake up in the morning start the countdown clock trying to remain responsible for a lush like me that's a lot Suffer my way through breakfast try not to kill anyone my temper needs dullin' for the good of the species and my beloved Booze gets it done Surviving the countdown to Cocktails making my way through the day Surviving the countdown to Cocktails Cocktail hour is on the way You know I'm planning my drink arc to night cap from aperitif Bourbon or Vodka or maybe some Gin from that glorious juniper leaf Depends on what's for dinner the drink should enhance what you eat the time to stop drinking conveniently coincides with time to go to sleep Surviving the countdown to Cocktails making my way through the day Surviving the countdown to Cocktails Cocktail hour is on the way It's always five o'clock somewhere at least that's what they say but I got out of bed a little bit early so noon is probably ok I think that I can blow me some minutes just choosing my drink for the night a garnish, no garnish, a shaken, a stirred but the glass style must be right Surviving the countdown to Cocktails making my way through the day Surviving the countdown to Cocktails Cocktail hour is on the way

I heard her there defending her hatred what they cannot take she refused to give away I found that her thinking was often unexpected I came to know she was wired that way But she responds kindly to kindness she responds kindly to kindness She said I don't trust liars or respect cheats politicians or lesser thieves police and politician share the Latin root it's in the words you see everyone must learn to fear police But she responds kindly to kindness she responds kindly to kindness She said Baby I'm so filled with rage got cynicism beyond my age I didn't choose this play I don't even like this stage they tell me to act or face the cage I don't even like this script no not a single page they tell me to act or face the cage But she responds kindly to kindness she responds kindly to kindness

She was a missionary on behalf of seduction with a stocking seam that made me smile with a shot glass pamphlet for happiness a hedon eden without denial She showed me things I'd only dreamed about and things I dream still to this day she showed me heaven in a hotel bed she showed me things that words can't convey she was the flame atop a matchstick one's fingertips sense the heat the ice cream smoothed behind a quick lick she was poetry replete You know I know she wanted to wink at me it must have taken all that she had to deny me that one concession the day after the night we'd had She was a nun in fishnet stockings a missionary in a bustier a bleary vision to a drunken sinner a silly saint in lingerie You know I know she wanted to wink at me it must have taken all that she had to deny me that one concession the day after the night we'd had She was a walking talking booty shaking blasphemy with a sense of pun that pulled a laugh from me an appreciation for the finer points of irony a crevice blouse delectibility a luscious bit of licking on heresy a luscious bit of licking on heresy a luscious bit of licking on heresy a luscious bit of licking on heresy You know I know she wanted to wink at me a luscious bit of licking on heresy a luscious bit of licking on heresy It must have taken all that she had a luscious bit of licking on heresy to deny me that one concession the day after the night we'd had

She says jump and I say how high she said kill I never asked her why she's feeling mean and she starts to cry rest assured somebody's gotta die I'm killing for Sara I'm killing for Sara Someone stumbled onto her wrong side got her Irish up or maybe bruised her pride unawares they didn't know to hide now I'm weighing bodies down at lowest tide I'm killing for Sara I'm killing for Sara My journeys have trampled the sandy line by which my conscience was once defined I never stopped to consider these deeds in my mind while staring deep into Sara's eyes She says jump and I say how high she said kill I never asked her why she said kill I never asked her why she said kill I never asked her why I'm killing for Sara I'm killing for Sara

She grew up in the nineties with all its affected disaffection followed by millinnial pop with its syrupy confections her mother named her Judy she was a real big fan of Garland and thought it was out of vogue 'round then the name was strong and solid Judy hated classrooms said they just made her feel lonely her IQ was through the roof but the standardized tests didn't notice Judy finished high school and spent about a week in college finally gave up on school said she felt her brain had been held hostage And Judy just keeps looking for Cupid but she remains beyond his sites the target on her heart has faded and she's lost the sun in the lights Judy liked to do the crossword said she likes to play with letters and though she seldom finished them she was always getting better she liked her coffee caucasion with just a little sweet and low she liked to sit cup in hands and sip on it nice and slow she had a little breakfast nook with a window out on the courtyard she'd sit beneath the Sunday sun and deal the solitaire cards she had a calico tabby that she'd named after Billy Shears but he was so independent that he seldom ever came too near so Judy just keeps looking for Cupid but she remains beyond his sites the target on her heart has faded and she's lost the sun in the lights Judy aimed for love but her sites were out of alignment her heart was on the market but the deal was just consignment Judy loved to dance and shimmy to the rhythm of romance but her movements went unnoticed by the masses as she swayed past She wanted to play the dating game but she felt just a bit too stupid she was dancing in her daydreams accidentily dodging Cupid the arrows nearly missed her on a damned near daily basis but hand grenades and horse shoes they fill up only empty spaces so Judy just keeps looking for Cupid but she remains beyond his sites the target on her heart has faded and she's lost the sun in the lights Judy kept a journal jotted six pages a day she'd doodle in the margins to illustrate what she had to say she wasn't very eloquent despite her affinity for words and her doodles were crude and childlike though she could draw some really cool birds She liked to think up names for children the ones she'd one day hope to have she wasn't partial to trendy names she liked the ones she thought would last but Judy's family was incomplete the other members they just weren't there so every day she prettied up and hoped to find someone who'd care And Judy just keeps looking for Cupid but she remains beyond his sites the target on her heart has faded and she's lost the sun in the lights

Should I die without escaping please do one thing for me Wash away my ashes that I might once be free across the line across the line across the line that I might once be free A contradictive palette a straying crayon this color does not belong between these lines Born wrong from the get go burdened with a particular kind of mind Should I die without escaping please do one thing for me Wash away my ashes that I might once be free across the line across the line across the line that I might once be free Strong moral compass and brutal conscience my coloring book is upside down I'd set fire if I could to these pages but when they burn I'll probably not be around Should I die without escaping please do one thing for me Wash away my ashes that I might once be free across the line across the line across the line that I might once be free Free me from this colored book if only once I'm gone I must escape this crayon box if only for this song This brutal conscience dark eyed beast does not relent burn me free me this is my last will and testament burn me free me this is my last will and testament burn me free me this is my last will and testament

I keeps a wobble legged woman yanno she greets me with a smile I keeps a wobble legged woman Best way to while away the hours I keeps a wobble legged woman I am her slow love man I keeps a wobble legged woman Don't need no ring upon her hand I keeps a wobble legged woman I am a give give man I keeps a wobble legged woman it's good to do so if you can I give her quivers and I give her shakes I giver her glow I light up her face rest assured she appreciates my slow love style my slow love style I give her shivers and I give her quakes ensure she has no need to stray rest assured she appreciates my slow love style my slow love style

Grip & grin Ben is a back stab friend to my Perverted Uncle Samuel He takes my heart from me robs me of dignity but Ben is doing fine Ben is doing fine My perverted uncle Samuel he remains beyond reproach My perverted uncle Samuel he is my hatred coach He lies upon his resume' he says it's for the children while denying all the ones he's laid screaming, "Shut up!" as he bills 'em He takes our cherry while his friend Ben takes our Sunday cower in the closet pleading begging, crying, "One day!" But Ben is doing fine Ben is doing fine Grip & grin Ben is a back stab friend to my perverted uncle Samuel He takes my soul from me shreds my morality but Ben is doing fine Ben is doing fine I shake in fear of Samuel what he will next take from me and Ben he brings his manual intolerance and piety Their game is so corrupted that the only way to play is to cheat the strings are in the hands of the puppets and we're duct taped to our seats but Ben is doing fine Ben is doing fine

I'm a bad bet pony baby don't ya put your money on me I'm a bad bet pony baby don't ya put your money on me Wouldn't put your money on this horse no wasn't bred for racing wasn't bred for show wasn't bred for nothing or the breed didn't take the glue man doesn't want this soul to take I'm a bad bet pony baby don't ya put your money on me I'm a bad bet pony baby don't ya put your money on me I'm saddled I'm bridled got the spurs in my sides sad that I see through the blinders placed on my eyes I'm choking on the feedbag and I'm sore from the bit supposed to love this stall but imprisoned by it I'm a bad bet pony baby don't ya put your money on me I'm a bad bet pony baby don't ya put your money on me Like the circle that I run in this path has been set heed this advice or get what you get put down the racing form and flee this bet this horse has been ridden hard and put away wet I'm saddled; I'm bridled been put away wet throw away the racing form and flee this bet I'm saddled; I'm bridled been put away wet throw away the racing form and flee this bet I'm a bad bet pony baby don't ya put your money on me