I guess happy hour ain’t so happy without her All year ‘round can’t catch a buzz from the suds And the tears they’re pourin’ down on me Send me out to sea and take me to a place where the whiskey’s a little more sour No, I’m drinkin’ this beer Now you

I am an innocent man Oh yes I am Because I am an innocent man An innocent man Some people stay far away from the door If there's a chance of it opening up They hear a voice in the hall outside And hope that it just passes by Some people live with the

Guitar gangsters and Cadillac blood They came from the road and out of the dark Went into a place even darker There's a Cadillac out in the dark There's a guitar gangster lighting a smoke And he feels the night, and he feels the fire Driving into the

Stays in Mexico, One more is never enough His name was Steve, Her name was Gina, (Spoken) You've never been here before have you? They met at a bar called Caboapo Cantina, He was a salesman from South Dakota,

There was a time when a moment like this Wouldn’t ever cross my mind The sun will rise with my name on your lips ‘Cause everything will change tonight Big boys don’t cry They don’t ask why Shout out from the bottom of my lungs A plague on both your houses

I bleed it out Digging deeper just to throw it away Just to throw it away Say your prayers and stomp it out When they bring that chorus in Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time Hand grenade pins in every line Throw 'em up and let something shine Going

Your sting red full stops my skin, dotted, scratch scratch, now I’m bleeding. Legions upon legions of craftsmen handmade my feelings. There’s bears in the wood and they’re out to get me, And I’m safe from harm if I stay in this chalet. And hold me tight

Indestructible On this rock I lie But I'm alive for good And I just free myself now From all what was wrong Break the unbreakable All the stars Fearlessly bright They call me out there

We don't always say what we mean My youth is the foundation of me So wake me up in the Spring From the city of the 915 Where all the girls are pretty And they're down for the hype All my boys are with me Going up for the night But who cares, who cares

And they made their house from a tool shed Grandaddy rolled down on two logs And they built walls all around it And they made that house a home They taught us 'bout good living They taught is right and wrong Lord there'll never be another place In this