Broadcasting to an empty screen
Killing time with good ol’ Jim Bean
Wondering if I’m still just a little green
And sitting here dieing without a scream

Retaliating only against me
Wondering who truly be the fiend
Beating and killing and taking my dream
Perhaps, I say, it may be Jim Bean

Now I could go and see
Try to sit and let it be
But that amber ambrosia
Just keeps calling to me

So I drink and drink
I drink that dear Jim Bean
Till it fills and intoxicates me
Then falling down without a dream

Darkness flashed with light and
The bottles there but there’s none in site
Doesn’t matter because I can’t bare the bite
When I’m just waking up from a fight

So I lay there beaten upon the bed
Dieing slowly from the knocking in my head
But its just me banging against the floor
The silent screaming of a drunken bore

Beating, killing, and taking my dream
Wasting my time with dear ol’ Jim Bean
Might as well be broadcasting to this empty screen
‘Cause at the moment I’m only seeing green
 
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