3/28/2003 alternate lyrics
This God is... if God is paying attention to me, then maybe he'll
answer my prayer, then. Just lock the door and turn off the lights and
give me another drink. Okay, um, it's just a shot in the dark, I
dunno.. what're you gonna do if I'm, if I, if I, if I'm not it's. You
could just, you could just, you could just pour it, pretend I wasn't
here when you locked the door, and then you could sit down, count your
money. Look at the—okay okay I'm leavin, no I'm not driving, give me
my fuckin keys. Just wanted another one to finish me off you
know—noooo. So I don't... fit the description of somebody you'd like
to stay late with here at the bar. Sorry... I'll be quiet, just...
Thank you, more—more liquid than ice, if you'd be so kind; yes, that
was really nice of you. Thank you, I... no, no, no, I wasn't always
gonna be a hopeless drunk, I was... some big plans. I can't remember
them, though, now, I can't... I know they were big, though. That's the
whole problem, with that sh–sh–shot a little lower, but who gives a
fuck anyway? So what if I... just gimme... thank you, I won't talk to
you, I won't say anything. Count your money, mister tip boy, what are
you gonna do? Thank you! Thank you very much for being so pleasant.
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