Partying Is Such Sweet Sorrow
At the bottom of the first drink
I found my nerve.
At the bottom of the next one
I met my girl.
At the bottom of the third drink
I found a forth
And at the bottom of that one
Was a Trojan horse
That carried in demons
Who brought their brides
And they tempted darkness
Where I lost my mind.
Well the fifth drink found it
And carried it home
Where my girl was waiting
One foot out the door.
Another night spent gathering dust.
Mug shot of a marble bust.
Ruination leaves the lantern lit
So I know where the good lovin' is.
I used to be a goddam saint.
I said my prayers and I handled snakes
Until the road introduced me to sin.
I only shook hands with drink but he had his friends with him.
I curse the day we raised our glass
Up like a bridge to let the Devil pass
Because he ain't never left this town
And only beaten and unborn are living with him now.
I used to be a holy man.
"Once put an onion in a beggars hand".
But now I'd rather not believe.
How could a man I've never met be so cruel to me?
At least I'm in good company.
At least I'm in good company.
I'll drink to that.
I'll drink to that.
Dash the cup,
Fifteen years has been long enough.
Put the child in an unmarked grave
And burn the black book,
Page by page.
Go alone,
There is your road.
For once, I'm awake
And I will not serve madness.
For once, I'm awake
And I will not serve madness.
'Cause I am not the company I keep,
I am not the company I keep.
I am not the company I keep.
I am not the company I keep.
Dash the cup,
Fifteen years has been long enough.
Put the child in an unmarked grave
And burn the black book,
Page by page.