Wretched red tooth and the claw The tables stick to the floor Dirty flies and stale tobacco And the price of my soul So f** it all what's in store No remedy for the poor Fill my gla** Against these ruins My fragments are shorn My lord... Now pick me up should I fall Careful I might spend it all The bar is tapped into poison For a fix and a brawl So keep 'em coming I call Beer is blood Pour it all Turn up that goddamned music Till they show me the door My lord... Line 'em up This ain't just pissin in the wind A sty will blind you in the end Believe there's wisdom in my plan Another round... My ruin