Drinker's Anthem - Macgregor

You put your tears in your glass bottom

And I’ll tilt my pitcher to your problems

I know tomorrow you still got’em

But tonight we’re gonna work it out

What’s the matter man?

A better question would be what’s not

Let me tell you 'bout the problems I got

My girlfriend left me My bank account’s empty

My rent be to high

And my landlord sent me a notice

Saying that I’m gonna get evicted

And just when I thought couldn’t get worse

Suddenly it did…

Shit kid what’s wrong ya gettin me stressed

My ex-girl just told me 'bout a pregnancy test that she took

And it’s a plus sign and it’s mine all mine

Damn that’s crazy I feel for you

That’s enough about me what’s the deal with you

Yo my girl moved out cause she says that I’m a screw up My car’s in the shop cause my engine just blew up My boss just fired me and said he should’ve never hired me My brain is full of stress and anxiety

I seem bum but I’m holdin’back rage

Cause last night my wallet got stolen backstage

They maxed out my credit card at Ikea

We should get drunk that’s a good idea!

Let’s go to town hall and down all the crown

Fall down in the round stall

I bet would could drown all

All our troubles away

And just put our arms around each other and say something to the effect of You put your tears in your glass bottom

And I’ll tilt my pitcher to your problems

I know tomorrow you still got’em

But tonight we’re gonna work it out

Ya see us pass through the hourglass quickly

When you’re taking straight shots of sour mass whiskey

And as my bar tab towers past 50

I realize everybody’s gettin’trashed wit me Call the cab if you wanna stay alive

Cause Roberto’s passed out yet he says that he’s ok to drive

SALUTE!

I toast the apocalypse powerless

Rob got me freed from your politics

Now I just kick it like I’m passin’to a soccer teammate

Everything is beautiful when you can’t see straight

So everybody grab ya mug and toast to the people that’cha love the most

And tell 'em somethin’like…

You put your tears in your glass bottom

And I’ll tilt my pitcher to your problems

I know tomorrow you still got’em

But tonight we’re gonna work it out

(Horns solo)

Yes Yes y’all