Laughing with the Dead - Bulletboys

Stuck between the thirst of too little

And the abyss of too much

A blast from the tower and a thirty day ride

I need a shot with a punch

Skeletons dancing in a jittery daze

With a sparkling gleam in their eyes

Above apologizing for our devious ways

I’ve taken a word from the wise

I don’t need nasty, don’t need nice

I won’t heed your self-serving advice

While you’re weeping over wounds in your head

I’m here laughing with the dead

Quiero tequila?

Where’s my beer?

Unbutton my peyote now it’s crystal clear

When y’all get over fucking with your head

I’ll be laughing with the dead

Waking up crudo in the white hot sun

Nightmares of Melrose and you

Bedmates with the red ants and a scorpion

Looks like my fates have come through

Oh, skeletons dancing an ethereal haze

Keeps a sparkling gleam in their eyes

Above apologizing for our devious ways

This is a word from the wise

I don’t need nasty, I don’t need nice

I don’t hear your self-righteous advice

You keep on digging at the hole in your head

I’m here laughing with the dead

Quiero tequila?

One more beer

Unbutton my peyote, now it’s crystal clear

When y’all get over screwing with your head

I’ll be laughing, laughing with the dead