My tongue is dry from preaching blasphemy all night   It's a thankless job, but no one's got to do it   My mouth's on fire, but it's something that I'm used to   I'm just preparing for my sentence; I hear eternity's a long time      I saw your roots; I saw what you dug them into   I wish you could see the same   I read your mind; you made mistakes, you didn't know it at the time   A year removed and you're still making them      You are drunk on a dream   A masochistic fantasy   Thank her, you can have another   And it is hard to believe   You haven't run out of water   What's a traveler to do but earn his scars      I'm dizzy now cause I've talked myself in circles   I'll swing and I'll miss the paper mache   But what's inside is none of my concern, I'll never learn   It's pulled too high and I'm too stubborn      I am drunk on a dream   A masochistic fantasy   Thank you, may I have another   So I miss and I miss   Till I'm simply shouting expletives   God dammit I can never fucking win      We're all drunks   We're all wasted off our asses   On the delusionary politics of life   So we fight, breaking bottles over barstools   Bleeding dreams of better days we think we know   We're alive, but we will fix that over time   Until then, the next round's on me   We're alive, we're alive but we will fix that over time   Until then, your next few drinks are free