Portrait Of The Artist As A Fucking Asshole Lyrics

Holler out message send and pass the bottle now

I'll wreck today not unlike the way you saw me yesterday

I'll wreck today and double over laughing with the pain

Check those fears at the door and hang around a while

I'll lose this heart from my sleeve just to see what burns

Is this a question of what fell or just a statement of what sells

And can anyone really say there's no free drinks in hell?

I'm neither a poet nor a babysitter

But I got a guitar and a way to kill an hour now

I got no fucking pity for the fools who broke their eyesDillinger Four - Portrait Of The Artist As A Fucking Asshole - http://motolyrics.com/dillinger-four/portrait-of-the-artist-as-a-fucking-asshole-lyrics.html

Tring to break a whole culture down to size

Check those fears at the door and hang around a while

I'll lose this heart from my sleeve just to see what burns

Is this a question of what fell or a statement of what sells

And can anyone really say there's no stiff drinks in hell?

This national chemistry, it's bigger than you and me

While fighting for control now have we lost touch with who we are

Do you love telling your war stories while hiding your scars?

Dillinger Four Portrait Of The Artist As A Fucking Asshole