Whiskey

Are you holding up the jukebox with your last coin?
Making love to the neon darlin', where the wires join

And i keep stallin', until we've all been
Brought around the side into my coffin
Sleep until the sun's gone
I begin to see the way inside

Gimme whiskey in my hand
Do you understand?
The silver cup is cut in two
And crying in the sand

Have a sip of the newest fad now, bitter and cold
Promises in a bottle that will never grow old

Would you want to drink it with me?