Lyrics

You'll know it
When it's over
Doors are closing
Feel the sober
Staring at you
You know you'd better take one last good look
One more round, then it's bottles to the ground
Smashing of the glass, what a supersonic sound
Gotta pull the plug, man, when it's time to die
A wo-o, wo-o, wo-o, bottles to the ground
There's a suitcase
On the sidewalk
There's some records
In a milkcrate
She'll be staying
You'll be throwing whiskeys over one lip
One more round, then it's bottles to the ground
Smashing of the glass, an imperfect perfect sound
We gotta pay the piper when the rats are gone
A wo-o, wo-o, wo-o, bottles to the ground
One more round, then it's bottles to the ground
One more round, then it's bottles to the ground
One more round, then it's bottles to the ground
One more round, then it's bottles to the ground
One more round, then it's bottles to the ground
One more round, then it's bottles to the ground
One more round, then it's bottles to the ground
One more round, then it's bottles to the ground
One more round, then it's bottles to the ground
One more round, then it's bottles to the ground
One more round, then it's bottles to the ground
One more round, then it's bottles to the ground
One more round, then it's bottles to the ground
One more round, then it's bottles to the ground
Written by: Michael John Burkett
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