Slingshot Dakota - I'll Leave the Toasts to the Bartender lyrics

May our consonants click and tick together May our vowels howl and wail as one And may our sounds stick to the bricks we throw May poignant expressions wait in bedroom mirrors Ask me to make a toast So I butcher a Wordsworth poem and spill my drink Push the cobwebs from the door I'm coming home tonight Stare across a greasy table A bottle of wine and future cla** lines Serve up a night of American pop cla**ics Fresh air, and dirty silverware Ask me to make a toast So I butcher a Wordsworth poem and spill my drink Push the cobwebs from the door I'm coming home tonight