I drink to that, yeah yeah Don't let the bastards get ya down Turn it around with another round There's a party at the bar Cheers to the freakin' weekend Yeah yeah yeah Oh let the Jameson sink in Everybody putcha glasses up and I drink to that (yeah yeah

Justa creepin' Run from the past, Hide from the mirror, And live in a glass, What dreams forget the whiskey remembers, Kinda like molasses in a late December. Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin' Like a honybee beatin' on my screen door,

In my pink sunglasses Always makes the world look a little bit better You can try 'em anytime you need a change of the weather When I'm walking by, I wanna roll my eyes In my pink sunglasses, pink sunglasses My pink sunglasses I put 'em on whenever I sit

What do you want from me? Why don't you run from me? What are you wondering? What do you know? Why aren't you scared of me? Why do you care for me? When we all fall asleep, where do we go? Step on the glass, staple your tongue (ahh) Bury a friend, try to

Makes me sing oh oh oh oh And this world would change a lot about you baby if it could, but I'm looking through the glass that I'm seeing through I wouldn't change a thing about, a thing about you Because you're perfect girl oh oh oh oh And every little

Bass lines and cars anything fast Makin' money last, hide it in a flask Sound of a bomb blast, throw it in tha bag Humping on my leg, yo I’m on my fuckin' glass Know who I am, I run this fuckin' club Tell them hoes I'll holler, stacks I got Fuck you pay

I might not be a man yet, I can barely make out a little light from the house on the cul-de-sac Bedroom upstairs, it's a family affair. I've watched you in class, your eyes are cut glass and you stay covered upstairs Head to your toe, so nobody will know

If you'd have me I'd take you back again Don't leave you said to me And for a moment I feared I'd stay But your plea rang hollow so I quietly Walked away I can see you through the glass And I wonder was it done in vain Now I'd do anything To simply make

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonight 1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3 drink On for tonight, on for tonight As I'm just holding on for tonight I'm

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh I done drank codeine from a broken whiskey glass I done popped my pills and I smoked my share of grass Slaved for the man and I broke my fuckin' back So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass And I