The Bottle's Lookin' Better - Against All Authority

Going down with the rest of the rats on this stinking ship

Gonna drown in this dirty sea that smells like shit

Another night coated with blood, sweat and spit

Wake up again with a face full of floor

In another town that I’ve left before

At another time with all the memories that I could hoard

You can try to hold us down but we won’t submit

A mouthful of slogans might as well be shit

It all tastes the same to a bunch of hypocrites

We roam the land, living in a van

Hosing down wherever we can

And I trace it all back to six days in Amsterdam

I’m tired but I’m persistent I took the path that was most resistant

I’ve covered so much distance, I never asked for any assistance

Rock bottom ain’t that bad, the bottle’s looking better every night

To this lad, I can’t measure my wealth by the things I have

But I’ll sleep tight tonight

Sweating blood to make it work

I woke up alone again in a park somewhere in Koln

I can still taste the blood I’ve left on every microphone

From Cutler Ridge to the Berlin Wall

Throwing up blood and alcohol

Lost an engine but I found myself in a whack shack in Arkansas

The suits came knocking, said they represent

Some fat cat asshole seeking settlement

For defacing an American dream his -AAA-dvertisment

Another time, murder on my mind

A cold shiver runs down my spine

I can trace it all back the these feelings I confine