this one goes out to all the bartenders   to the winners and to the losers    and this one here’s to the drug users   to the sinners and to the boozers    and man one time for the nightshift workers   and all the fed up clowns that quit the circus   And this one here’s for all the righteous losers   in the land of the dead trying to make it through    Wasted 3 am, the lights are on and the bar is closing    I didn’t start it but I end this war on the battleground with the drunken soldiers   make it home by the grace of god man   park the whip fall up the stairs    it’s a fine line between relaxed and defeated   I cross the wires, I kill the demons      Twist the cap and drain the bottle for all   You know you might be dead tomorrow      This one here’s for all the criminal Minded,    to my past convictions all my Future priors    and everyone that got left Behind    all the lost souls, on the sea of Life    to the good times and the bad times   And all the beers in between    from the Cradle to the grave    cause no one has a clue what the fuck it all means    wasted, afternoon, on my back porch just pushing thru    96 degrees and climbing    5 strings On my guitar and a 12 of Budweiser    take Another hit and pass    crank up the jams two sevens clash    man so many people just live to die    waste away just killing time    lost souls    minds closed    the lights are out and the engines cold    so fuck it, I’m on a whole different channel sucker    and if you lock one door, I’ll open up another      Twist the cap and drain the bottle for all   You know you might be dead tomorrow