You know it when it’s over Door are closing feel the sober staring at you You know you better take one more good look

One more round then it’s bottles to the ground Smashing of the glass what a super sonic sound You gotta pull the plug when it’s time to die Whoa whoa whoa, bottles to the ground

There’s a suitcase on the side walk There’s some records in a milkcrate She’ll be staying You’ll be throwing whiskey over one lip

One more round then it’s bottles to the ground Smashing of the glass a perfect imperfect sound You gotta pay the piper when the rats are gone Whoa whoa whoa, bottles to the ground