At the liquor store I bought myself and old ticket
Straight to a headache and a way out of my mind
I had a snort or two on my way down to the old watering hole
To get lost in the smoke and the music one more time
I sat down and said hello to a flock of victims
I said "Boys, it's a way of life from which there is no escape"
I was doing fine until the music started
Then I thought I felt a teardrop on my face
I can still hear the music in the restroom
Sad Song, don't care who's heart it breaks
I can still hear the music in the restroom
But it can't see the hurt that's on my face
