Shot Glass

M.O.D.

Compositor: Billy Milano

I greet the day with anger, bombs and verbal threats.
I lift my head, in dread, of things not yet.
Lets have a drink, then throw up in the fucking sink.
Shot glass...shot glass.
If you're in sight, there's gonna be a fight.
Shot glass...shot glass.
It's me and you and shots enough for two.
I drink the drink, I drink, until I drink again.
I see the day, my eyes are glazed and pinned.