Rorschach Test - A Toast Lyrics

I wonder why they call this happy hour for surely no one's happy here

A flock of faces try to hide their pain and sorrow between the vodka, gin and beer

They're never leaving here.

For all the time that I have wasted on being wasted all the time

For every lie I've told and all the lies I've swallowed with just a pinch of salt and lime



Raise your glasses one more time

Here's to good friends

Tonight is kind of special

This drink I hold will soon be holding me

It always ends as it begins

The passing out and coming to

For all the things you do, here's to me, here's to you.

Here's to good friends



For every tarnished reputation

For every beauty queen turned whore

For every time I've seen my life flash right before my eyes out of my mouth and on the floor

And I still come back for more.

For all the dead left on the highway.

For every mother left alone.

For every fool who started out by trying just one sip and wound up drinking methadone.

At least you're not alone.

Here's to good friends

Tonight is nothing special

This drink I hold will soon be holding me

It always ends as it begins the passing out and coming to

For all the things you do

Here's to me

Here's to you

Here's to good friends.