Born In A Bottle in An Angle

Well music was made By thoughtless men
And I heard they could pick it up on an instant
And ill step out of the bar with my two friends
As they held up a paper and pen and said
“Well use these tools to burn your misery
And shadow your heart with a song and sing”

And me I'm born in a bottle of whiskey
And yes my girl, you drink me too quickly
And that's when you said to me boy I love you dearly
But your eyes were too blind to realize this ending
Well I'm not the one you're stumbling for
And your heart was bound for a better poem

And there's this friend of mine, who's in love with the light
And he carries his heart to the sharpening of a knife
And we all watch him sit and drink until he dies
Well the daisies have fallen so push him over and
And I have thirty dollars so lets take the train
And no one's gonna be our taintless change

And America, America we need more guns
Were running out of holy books
So put money in the collection jar
And the news reporter told me
Its gonna be a record breaking summer
So Lets just fill up our gas tanks half way
And cut off both mufflers
Next year the war's gonna come
It's just gonna blow all of us up.

And me I hate the indie music scene
And I carry my voice
For the strength it's given me
Well my guitar it's causing controversy
And my pen's gonna stab through ever record company
There's a plate of food at my dinner table
Filled with all you reviewers

and my friends give me chastity and virtue
My friends they also give me plenty of booze
And we stumble around our town without tying our shoes
But if I fall down now they'd say this with truth
“Well, kid you could walk, and be free from the skills
And sing as loud as you should

And I'll sing as loud as I should
And I'll sing as loud as I should
And I'll sing as loud as I should
I'm gonna sing as loud as I should.