Atmosphere - Pour Me Another Lyrics
[slug]All She Wanted Was A Little Bit Of SolidFeels Like Love, It Doesn't Matter What You Call ItHeal Those Cuts Or Hide Em Underneath The PolishBreak Another Promise And Take Me As A Hostage (take Me)Hold Your Job Down And Let The Zombies Crowd AroundThankin' Mommy's God That It's A Cop's TownKeep It Safe For Me While I Chase A FantasySwerving Through The Galaxy, Searching For A FamilyHappily Surrounded By Planets And StarsShe Was Stuck Uptown, You Was Landing On MarsIt's All *****ed Up Now, Caught Your Hand In The JarAnother Small Step Back For The Man At The Bar (hey Bartender)Spill A Little Bit Of Blood On The StreetFor The Love That Goes To Those Who They Drink Too MuchAnd Hold Your Own Glass Up To The HeavensTake A Little Time And Try To Count The Seconds[chorus]It Goes, Pour Me Another, So I Could Forget You NowPour Me Another, So I Could Come Let You DownPour Me Another, So I Can Remember HowTrue That I Am To This Addiction Of You [2x][slug]Drink It All Away, Numb It Down To NoneStay Awake Tonight And Wait For The SunYou Say You Hate Your Life, You Ain't The Only OneLet Your Frustration Out The Gate And Watch The Pony RunOne Double, For The Hungar And The StruggleTwo For The Fool Trying To Pull Apart The PuzzleThree Now I Smile While I Wait For Your RebuttleBy The Fourth Shot, I'm Just Another Child In A BubbleTrying To Play With The Passion And The PlacementJust To See What These People Let Him Get Away WithStill Trying To Climb A Mountain For YouHammer In My Hand, Still Pounding On A ScrewShe Don't Listen So He Don't Speak No MoreNobody's Winning 'cause Neither Is Keeping ScoreDon't Wanna Think No More, Just Let Me Drink Some MorePour Me Another, Cause I Can Still See The Floor[chorus 2x][slug]Live Life Tipsy, Still If It Don't Fit Right With MeKiss Me Whiskey, Lift My Lips, Press To My AngelSwallow It And Leave Her Empty Bottle On The TableLet The Past Fall, Making Faces At That Clock On The Back WallCountdown To The Last Call, Ask All These People That Make Sounds"how Long Does It Take For The Pace To Break Down"Another Lonely Little TrophyIf Only I Could Walk A Straight Line, I'd Make It Home FreeAnd Everybody In This Bar Thinks They Know MeAnd My Story Like "poor Me" (yea, Pour Me Another Homie)I Can Count The Days 'til You Come BackOr I Can Follow Them Sunrays Down To The TraintracksI Can Stumble Drunk Over Hope And LoveOr I Could Keep Drinking Until I Sober Up (hey Waitress)[chorus][slug]Bottles And Pints, And Shots And CansCouches And Floors, And Drunk Best FriendsModels And Whores, And Tattooed HandsCities And Secrets And Cats And VansGood Times, Laughter, Bad DecisionsStrippers And Actors, And Average MusiciansMornings After And Walks Of ShameThey Bartender Knows Me By My Real NameSing It
