Twist the Cap

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