Lyrics

He throws down one more to muster some strength from within
He's facing his end where did it begin
The comfort sets in he's settled into the zone
The numbness sets in he's satisfying his jones

Turned into disciples of another insecure soul
Who will always make me think
That I've had enough to drink
I wonder why

He'll satisfy his ego
With one more drunken tale
This one's for the ladies
I'm sure it never fails
So open up your pocketbooks
And close your filthy minds
Sounds just like your kind

It's time to decide who'll be the lucky one
She seems so surprised she's under the gun
They still never know the horror they'll have to face
Once they understand disgrace

Too busy collecting what he thinks could buy him some time
But there's nothing he could have
That could turn a life so sad
Still wonder why