Atmosphere Pour Me Another Lyrics

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CD 1
  • 1 The Arrival
  • 2 Panic Attack
  • 3 Watch Out
  • 4 Musical Chairs
  • 5 Say Hey There
  • 6 Hockey Hair
  • 7 Bam
  • 8 Pour Me Another
  • 9 Smart Went Crazy
  • 10 Angelface
  • 11 That Night
  • 12 Get Fly
  • 13 Little Man
  • [Slug]
    All she wanted was a little bit of solid
    Feels like love, it doesn't matter what you call it
    Heal those cuts or hide em underneath the polish
    Break another promise and take me as a hostage (take me)
    Hold your job down and let the zombies crowd around
    Thankin' mommy's god that it's a cop's town
    Keep it safe for me while I chase a fantasy
    Swervin through the galaxy, searchin for a family
    Happily surrounded by planets and stars
    She was stuck uptown while you was landin on mars
    It's all fucked up now, caught your hand in the jar
    Another small step back for the man at the bar (hey bartender)
    Spill a little bit of blood on the street
    For the love that goes to those who they drink too much
    And hold your own glass up to the heavens
    Take a little time and try to count the seconds

    [Chorus]
    It goes, pour me another, so I could forget you now
    Pour me another, so I could come let you down
    Pour me another, so I can remember how
    True that I am to this addiction of you [2X]

    [Slug]
    Drink it all away, numb it down to none
    Stay awake tonight and wait for the sun
    You say you hate your life, you aint the only one
    Let your frustration out the gate and watch the pony run
    One double, for the hungar and the struggle
    Two for the fool tryin to pull apart the puzzle
    Three now I smile while I wait for your rebuttle
    By the fourth shot, I'm just another child in a bubble
    Tryin to play with the passion and the placement
    Just to see what these people let him get away with
    Still tryin to climb a mountain for you
    Hammer in my hand, still poundin on a screw
    She don't listen so he don't speak no more
    Nobody's winning 'cause neither is keeping score
    Don't wanna think no more, just let me drink some more
    Pour me another, cause I can still see the floor

    [Chorus] 2X

    [Slug]
    Live life tipsy, Still if it don't fit right with me
    Kiss my whiskey, lift my lips, press to my angel
    Swallow it and leave her empty bottle on the table
    Let the past fall, making faces at that clock on the back wall
    Countdown to the last call, ask all these people that make sounds
    "How long does it take for the pace to break down"
    Another lonely little trophy
    If only I could walk a straight line, I'd make it home free
    And everybody in this bar thinks they know me
    And my story like "poor me" (yea, pour me another homie)
    I can count the days til you come back
    Or I can follow them sunrays down to the traintracks
    I can stumble drunk over hope and love
    Or I could keep drinkin until I sober up (hey waitress)

    [Chorus]

    [Slug]
    Bottles and pints, and shots and cans
    Couches and floors, and drunk best friends
    Models and whores, and tattooed hands
    Cities and secrets and cats and vans
    Good times, laughter, bad decisions
    Strippers and actors, and average musicians
    Mornings after and walks of shame
    The bartender knows me by my real name
    Sing it Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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