this happy hour hero One more bottle for this happy hour hero One more bottle for this happy hour hero One more bottle for this happy hour hero One more
tellin' if I win or not, These gloves are getting heavy, it's fight or flight you know how that goes, Facin' clocks is chasin', got me dodgin' obstacles, And every hour
feeding radiation TV, it satallite links Our United States of Unconsciousness Apathetic, therapeutic and extremely addictive The methadone metronome pumping out 150 channels 24 hours
Awaking motion, we're curious to curtain your first move Over arms' length they'll break protocol Jealous envy for the youngest one To be the hero is
another time out now, Like any sort of hero turnin' down to zero Standing out in any crowd Pulling seventeen with experience and dreams, Sweating out a happy hour
me Then you'd know What that drink cost me I cried a tear for every drop That turned a hero into a coward And I'd give anything For just one happy hour
another time out now Like any sort of hero turnin' down to zero Standin' out in any crowd Pullin' seventeen with experience and dreams Sweatin' out a happy hour
Whatever you think, it's more than that, more than that Happy man, happy man doing the best he can, doing the best he can Happy man, happy man doing
my song" and tell everyone here "About true heroes" you'll know finally "The end of this tale" In the evening when the sun is down "In the last hour
were younger then. each sour word sounds so absurd but lingers in the air while happiness in an ashen dress fades into the years each lonely hour my
laughing at the clouds And rain fell softly on your face The memories of our time together cannot be replaced I never loved you more than on those happy
'm going to drown Too many hearts are broken we're never asked why Too many sunsets are just passing us by Come over here don't be shy Do you want to be happy
like that swing. But no, you're sticking by her. Actually you're a hero in my eyes. [Amos Hart] That's right. I'm a hero. [Billy Flynn] Did you bring
Happy hour belongs to America's best loved thugs Here comes the 4 wheel prosthetic penises Got yer gun racks, tractor tires and lynch mob drivers We couldn
They?re just happy it?s another day It?s up to you and me and who?s to say These could be the good old days I guess I could be a quiet hero No one knows
just another day in paradise As you stumble to your bed You'd give anything to silence Those voices ringing in your head You thought you could find happiness
keep on pretending an artificial trick spread magis sparks enjoy this happy hour brighten your wrinkled face hope you won't get tired of smiling such
phone booths I tried to run from my problems but my head was with me the whole time So I'm looking for a guillotine that doesn't have a 2 hour line When
