Count your last blessings

Count your last blessings Lyrics

Last call for regret and defeat
To finish the bottle full of empty dreams
Punch-drunk headed straight out of line
Another excuse with no alibi
Hitching on the road of decline
With the no-name streets and no vital signs
I p**sed away the best of me and no one can help me

I'm misery's best friend
Dead beat on a dead-end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self-elect resident project
A bad habit don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings
I fell off the wagon I'm chasing six feet
And now I'm running out of time

My hands are tied
And nailed to the cross
I'm looking for all the composure I lost
I'm petulant with a bad attitude
A poster-child vision of wasted youth
I dodged the book and found the key
I can't say the same for dignity
I p**sed away the best of me and
No one can help me

I'm misery's best friend
Dead beat on a dead end
A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean
The self-elect resident reject
A bad habit don't forget that you better
Count your last blessings
I fell of the wagon I'm chasing six feet
And now I'm running out of time

Now I'm my own enemy
I don't hear you now
Perfect tragedy
God bless us denial