Give me a pound of flesh and a bottle of bourbon
And I'll go out with a white flag. Let someone kick my f*cking teeth in
Cause I'm pretty sure, no matter what I do
It'll all turn out just the same
Its those thoughts that are to blame
Give me a sunny day & a hand to hold
Just thank the lord, you're still here and getting old
I bet Trixie knows how lucky she is
The tears say It all
Let's have a ball