now Awake through motion with curiosity to curtain your first move Over arms length they'll break protocol Jealous envy for the youngest one To be the hero
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
hair is ruffled as the breeze freshens. His cape billows to the east. He wags his tail. He thinks of something that makes him very, very happy (Happy
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
time-out now Like any sort of hero turning down to zero still standing out in any crowd Pulling seventeen with experience and dreams, sweating out a happy hour
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
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
haunts 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