Amadan - Another Bra** Rail lyrics

I don't know why I think I'll recognize A friendly face in the smoky air Among the scum pushing dope on the suits doing coke And the hippies who think they're Voltaire It's a piss poor crew without a thing to do And I don't care because they want me to I'd let it all go, but it's my goddamn show And when I'm loaded it's hard not to care I wonder how many times my fists kissed the gla** Around sixteen ounces of stout It's love, makes me hate It's a jealous man's fate But this flame I think has burned itself out See, I'm sick of her lies and trying to keep it inside Back up boys, if you're on their side You'll be lying on your a** in a pool of broken gla** Before the bell at the end of the bout Maybe it's the Whiskey that hit me Maybe it's the boot to the chin Another bra** rail Another empty pint gla** And another empty bottle of gin Maybe it's the Whiskey that hit me Maybe it's the kick to the head When his face hit the ground They bought another round And left him in the gutter for dead See, I'm not a drunk; I'm a worker And you're not alive, you're a creep My days and my time are my nose to the grind But your nose only keeps you from sleep I've two years of strife and the rest of my life I've sharpened my wits and they cut like a knife Throw my flight to the floor, drag your a** out the door And "steelcaps" are the word of the week Maybe it's the Whiskey that hit me Maybe it's the boot to the chin Another bra** rail Another empty pint gla** And another empty bottle of gin Maybe it's the Whiskey that hit me Maybe it's the kick to the head When his face hit the ground They bought another round And left him in the gutter for dead Maybe it's the Whiskey that hit me Maybe it's the boot to the chin Another bra** rail Another empty pint gla** And another empty bottle of gin Maybe it's the Whiskey that hit me Maybe it's the kick to the head When his face hit the ground They bought another round And left him in the gutter for dead