A Toast

You tell me that you want to go to heaven
 But you run around acting like you're gonna live forever
 Well, you tell me that you're going through hell
 Well, you're putting others through it and you say that I smell
 Like I haven't had a shower in 23 days
 Like an unbalanced beer can two minutes too late
 A look like a stale face from a fresh grave
 Chip on my shoulder and an eye full of rage
 Can you taste that beer with your back to the bar?
 Can you smell that cigarette without letting down your guard?
 Ten cans, 4 AM friends
 The sad thing is that you've always been like this
 Moaning in a bed shaped like a hearse
 Believe the lies that you tell yourself
 You tell me that my problem is thinking
 I can chase it away with a problem like drinking
 Well, you tell me you don't want to get old
 Got a party on the line and a grave on hold
 Like a drunk operator, like a game of roulette
 Like a martini balanced on a whiffleball bat
 When the hard wind blows, it's gonna fall down
 When the wind blows there'll be broken glass all around
 Can you taste that beer with your back to the bar?
 Can you smell that cigarette without letting down your guard?
 Ten cans, 4 AM friends
 The sad thing is that you've always been like this
 Moaning in a bed shaped like a hearse
 Believe the lies that you tell yourself, things can never get worse
 Can you taste that beer with your back to the bar?
 Can you smell that cigarette with a smell so far away?
 Ten cans, 4 AM friends
 The sad thing is that you've always been like this
 Like a bright shiny apple with a worm inside
 Believe the lies that you tell yourself, this is the only way to die
 This is the only way to die
 This is the only way to die, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 This is the only way to die, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 This is the only way to die