Texty: The Hold Steady. Almost Killed Me. Barfruit Blues.

Kids with broken hearts
And kids with broken bones
Kids with kidney stones
Giving birth to bloody stereos

Systems are all dripping wet
With gristle piss and swizzle sticks
Mary's got a bloody nose
From sniffing margarita mix

She licked her lower lip
And then she kissed that hallelujah chick
She came off kind of spicy
But she tasted like those pickle chips

We thought she was a dancer
But her steps they made the records skip
She came off kind of crunchy
But she went down like a chicken strip

Dripping wet with the special sauce
She had a confidence smile
And a nervous cough and we got off

She said it's good to see you back in a bar band, baby
I said it's great to see you're still in the bars
She said it's good to see you back in a bar band, baby
I said it's great to see you're still in the bars

Went down with a tallboy cans
And he woke up in a cargo van
Went down with the girls gone wild
And he woke up with the middle man

Went down with like fourteen bucks
And woke up with like sixteen grand
Went down with some crust punk junk
And woke up with a straight edge band
That's not how he planned it

Holly can't speak
She don't feel all that sweet
About the places
She sometimes has to go to get some sleep

She said I'm sorry, people think I'm pretty
These clever kids are killing me
For one they ain't that clever
Number two, it really sucks
When you get stuck here with these trevors
This was supposed to be a party

Half the crowd is calling out for born to run
And the other half is calling out for born to lose
Baby, we were born to choose
We got the last call bar band really, really, really big decision blues
We were born to bruise, we were born to bruise