Rorschach Test - A Toast Lyrics
I wonder why they call this happy hour for surely no one's happy hereA flock of faces try to hide their pain and sorrow between the vodka, gin and beerThey're never leaving here.For all the time that I have wasted on being wasted all the timeFor every lie I've told and all the lies I've swallowed with just a pinch of salt and limeRaise your glasses one more timeHere's to good friendsTonight is kind of specialThis drink I hold will soon be holding meIt always ends as it beginsThe passing out and coming toFor all the things you do, here's to me, here's to you.Here's to good friendsFor every tarnished reputationFor every beauty queen turned whoreFor every time I've seen my life flash right before my eyes out of my mouth and on the floorAnd I still come back for more.For all the dead left on the highway.For every mother left alone.For every fool who started out by trying just one sip and wound up drinking methadone.At least you're not alone.Here's to good friendsTonight is nothing specialThis drink I hold will soon be holding meIt always ends as it begins the passing out and coming toFor all the things you doHere's to meHere's to youHere's to good friends.
