Bottle of Whiskey thrown at the wall at a hundred and five
The burning of my brain asking why im still alive
Watching it crash and burn with the burning as it goes down
The reality of sobriety in a pissed off frown
Leaning back on the back wheel as I pass up the law
Flipping off Johnny Law turning his head my finger he never saw
A cop close to his pension not wanting to give chase
Looking for trouble and anyone to race
Hell tried to corner me one hot and sweaty night
Wanting anyone...