One shot for the kid in my psyche
Two shots for the kids that never liked me
Three shots to rock my true chakra
Four for vibrato like a well performed opera
Always topped off, never top shelf
Never taught shit ever but I always talked well
Enough dodge all the inevitability
Of weekdays, hangovers, general futility
Of silly me in a tizzy over dreams
While I'm drunk seeing double of the fizzling of means
To the ends that I fiend for since I was teen
Green lights changing to the color of my teeth
Fuck it though I'm feeling good for the night
And I could feel this way every night for my whole life
All it's gonna take is s tool on my liver
But I'm paying for that in years I don't want to live for
Living for these weekends
Hoping means don't give way to weak ends

Shots
Baby getting shots
Forgetting what I brought
Its credit for the cost
So we getting
Shots
Baby get shots
'Till we getting sloshed
Maybe getting tossed
Still we getting
Shots
Baby get shots
Maybe get lost
Lately in my thoughts
So we getting
Shots
Baby get shots
Smack them off the bar top
And throw them back 'till we drop

Five shots for the old college try
Six shots for the bags under my eyes
Seven shots for the heaven that I gave up
Eight shots for a God who never gave a fuck
Fuck that I'm the God of my own path
Laughing in the face of the cold hard facts
That I could never self actualize in this mold that
I've been told could turn copper into gold and back
Propping my lean against the bar counter
Shots for the rabble by the hour
Sour faced taking my licks with no chaser
No pace set, no gauge for my nature
Made by the creator to be a creature of habit
Like Alice I can't help chasing my rabbits
It's the savage in my DNA ravaging the replay
Seeing black outs on the weekdays
All because of the fucks I never gave
For a bar set low with weights I could never raise

Shots
Baby getting shots
Forgetting what I brought
Its credit for the cost
So we getting
Shots
Baby get shots
'Till we getting sloshed
Maybe getting tossed
Still we getting
Shots
Baby get shots
Maybe get lost
Lately in my thoughts
So we getting
Shots
Baby get shots
Smack them off the bar top
And throw them back 'till we drop

Nine shots for my foresight's blind spots
Ten shots for the end shots time slot
Eleven shots for the revenue I'm lacking
Twelve shots for way way back when
I was down wind of the towns pretense
That tall fences kept out all confoundment
Still found myself peeking through the posts
Of white pickets wondering where highways go
Ghosting the reality presented to my mental
Kissing sanity goodbye without feeling sentimental
My temperament is not meant for feeling shit though
So I take this body as a rental to the shit show
Rain sleet or snow I'm gonna get my glow
'Cause I never really know if this set will be my last show
Fuck it though I'm feeling good with this life
I never think twice about vibrating my wind pipe
Speaking of which, I better speak up for last call
Shots for the house and a six pack and that's all

Shots
Baby getting shots
Forgetting what I brought
Its credit for the cost
So we getting
Shots
Baby get shots
'Till we getting sloshed
Maybe getting tossed
Still we getting
Shots
Baby get shots
Maybe get lost
Lately in my thoughts
So we getting
Shots
Baby get shots
Smack them off the bar top
And throw them back 'till we drop