Portrait Of The Artist As A Fucking Asshole Lyrics - Midwestern Songs Of The Americas - Dillinger Four

Could this be the end? Alert the media 

Holler out message sent, and pass the bottle now 

I'll wreck today not unlike the way you saw me yesterday 

I'll wreck today and double over laughing with the pain 

Check those fears at the door and hang around a while 

I'll lose this heart from my sleeve just to see what burns 

Is this a question of what fell or just a statement of what sells 

And can anyone really say there's no free drinks in hell? 

I'm neither poet nor a babysitter 

But I got a guitar and a way to kill an hour now 

I got no fucking pity for the fools who broke their eyes 

Trying to break a whole culture down to size 

Check those fears at the door and hang around a while 

I'll lose this heart from my sleeve just to see what burns 

Is this a question of what fell or just a statement of what sells 

And can anyone really say there's no stiff drinks in hell? 

This national chemistry, it's bigger than you and me 

While fighting for control now have we lost touch with who we are 

Do you lover telling your war stories while hiding your scars?