alcohol drinking
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Let's have a drink
You're not sleeping
Come on out, let's drink
Y, what you doing tonight
D, it was a hard day for me, too
G, come on. Forget it,
Forget it all
This dark night, I get an urge
We are the generation of thinkers
The generation of reckless drinkers
The generation in which my eyes are appalled and I have opened my mouth to exercise the right I was given
This is America.
Come ye, all young and old,
To hear the story that's never told!
In foregone Texas, a county dwelled-
It's name: Van Zandt; and it's men rebelled.
The South's creed had created their hate,
I am the whiskey in your stomach. I wait for you to invite me inside. I sit in my place and wait for you to need me. But you only come to me when you don’t want her. Or him. Or them. You come to me when you have lost something else.
Never touched a beer
Never smoked a blunt
Never laced on a lifestyle
Never raised or loaded a gun
Never snuck out the house
Never found out who I truly am
Maybe I'll touch a beer
One drink was all; in the beginning. Free, from a man across the bar.
One kiss was all; in the beginning. Turning into an awkward morning at his place.
I feel you latch onto my fingers
I feel your warmth overcome me
I’m so comfortable with you
Dependency begins to overcome me
Seldom I feel that I can live without you
Saturday nights I love you best
Crusin' in the ride late one night
My eyes beheld an eerie site
I saw him in the rearview, pull up tight
It looks like a cop might die tonight
Ridin' dirty, hey you know me
