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  • Main » M » Macgregor » Drinker's Anthem
    Macgregor - Drinker's Anthem lyrics (Rating: 5.00)
    Posted: 28.07.2004
    Views: 136
    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