Another Shot Of Whiskey
(A. Kessler/M. Zapata/M. Dresdner/S. Moriarty)

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 [bad word] next 

Another shot of whiskey and maybe I'll be ready 
For what's still crowded in your head 
Never thinking that all the good times 
Are what walked in with the bad 

I don't know why [bad word] ourselves 
I thought it was [bad word] understanding 
With all I've tried to help with 
Tell me why 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 goodtimes 
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 

Another shot of whisky and that's about the only 
Way I can listen anymore 
Never seeing that all the good times 
Are what walked in with the bad