Texty: Playing With Matches. Cocktail Hour.

This all started at a party.
The exposition started at a party just like tonight.
Not a formal with neckties and wine.
Our bottles came in bags with Colt 45 inside.
So the bottom rung, we had to live hard to make sure that the living got done;
And it got done, yeah it got done.
Here we go!
Give me one more shot!
C'mon c'mon!
But the crowd wants one more!
One more shot!
And I'll drink tequila tonight.
Chase my dreams in the morning.
I'm just taking my time.
Taking the crowd's advice.
DRINK DRINK DRINK!!
And there was all the usual crowd;
Sloshed and ranting that the music it just wasn't quite loud enough.
And the piano man was me (one), my lady (two), my best friend Foyle, he makes it three.
He's been shopping my disc around and around
Every suit he met said we could take this show downtown
Give me one more shot!
C'mon c'mon!
But the suits want one more.
One more shot.
And I'll drink tequila tonight.
Chase my dreams in the morning.
'Cause I'm just taking my time.
Taking the crowd's advice.
Drain your drink but goddamn don't drop that beat.
Yeah my heart beats for stage lights and crowd's screams
And dreams that up onstage one day yeah it might be me
my heart must be where these dreams reside
'Cause my mind's a mess of excess;
No chance there's anything left up there that survived.
And I'll drink tequila tonight.
Chase my dreams in the morning.
I'm just taking my time.
Taking the crowd's advice.
And I'll drink tequila tonight.
Chase my dreams in the morning.
'Cause I'm just taking my time.
Taking the crowd's advice
Drain your drink but goddamn don't drop that beat!

(Thanks to Tara for these lyrics)