Absynthe - Recorded Live @ X-Ray Cafe, Portland Oregon in June of 1993

You walk in with another headache
 I can tell by the lines in your face
 You seem to think if you just remove the problem
 The answers are what will come next
 Another shot of whiskey and maybe i'll be ready
 For what's still crowded in your head
 Never seeing that all the good times
 Are what walked in with the bad
 I don't know why we compromise ourselves
 I thought it was a common understanding
 Which all i've tried to help with
 Tell me, do i end up empty handed?
 Another couple of beers while i'm safe here at the bar
 And maybe i'll get me some rest
 Don't know why all the good times have to
 Turn-up with the bad it's like a sword of hate
 You brandish it so proud
 I wonder if you're taught what you feel
 Or is it the way you got it cold dead in your eye?
 It would be good if you could just leave me
 Well enough alone
 The crime of fate is what i have to follow
 Through if i'm going to get past you
 Another shot of whiskey and that's about the
 Only way i can listen anymore
 Go ahead and drown me of everything
 At least i still got my place at the bar