Lyrics

Just take a shot of whiskey and you'll be just fine.
You got your problems. Hell, I got mine.
Just one more round, just one more to go.
And we all die alone.
I can see it in your eyes, I can taste it on your breath.
You've been telling lies and giving second hand love at best.
But I ain't gonna complain and I ain't gonna cry.
Because when it's all over we all gotta die.
And we all die alone.