Breaking Bottles

I awake, a sick taste in my mouth
My eyes were scratchy and red
I was tossing and turning
Dreaming about breaking bottles over your head

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, breaking bottles over your head
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, breaking bottles over your head

Where did you go with my love last night
She never came to bed
Well I guess she was out fucking around
With a man who would soon be dead

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, breaking bottles over your head
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, breaking bottles over your head

I'm gonna make you go away
I'm gonna make you go away

Well I went to the place where we had our first date
Putting my foot to the throttle
The bartender's frisky, I order a whiskey
I tell her to leave the bottle

I finish my drink and then I spy that stink
I start stamping like a bull
The world went black until I felt the crack
Of my Jameson striking his skull

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, breaking bottles over your head
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, breaking bottles over your head
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, breaking bottles over your head
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, breaking bottles over your-



Credits
Writer(s): Quincy Raymond
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