Another Round of Glory - Ian Post

She licked the salt then licked the lime Takin' shots with her but I'm sippin' mine And by the time her and her girls Take a flick and sit back down I opened up a tab, keep 'em comin' I ordered another round Round, round and the room start spinnin' Woke up in the Mandarin Inn bedspreads linen Lips lickin' a olive on a dirty mar She said, meet me tomorrow, couple of rounds up at the bar Me, I'm on that dark, she on that clear On the rocks, another round over here And if we keep this up, it's going down, down Take that to the head, go ahead, order another round Words start to slur It's all o-over her And we both on that liquid courage And we 'bout to be on the verge We order another round Another round It's going down, it's going down Another round, another round It's going down, it's going down No photo shop, build soda pop Got the kind of body that can't nobody stop And by the time she hit her limit Getting timid, slowin down Popped open up the bottle Empty bottles and order another round Round, round and the room start spinnin' Woke up in the Mandarin Inn bedspreads linen Lips lickin' a olive on a dirty mar She said meet me tomorrow, couple of rounds up at the bar Me, I'm on that dark, she on that clear On the rocks, another round over here And if we keep this up, it's going down, down Take that to the head, go ahead, order another round Words start to slur It's all o-over her And we both on that liquid courage And we 'bout to be on the verge We order another round Another round It's going down, it's going down Another round, another round It's going down, it's going down We both wake up with the worst hang over The party's over and we're both sober And I look over at her, she looks over at me As far as I remember, I can't remember honestly Me, I'm on that dark, she's on that clear On the rocks, another round over here And if we keep this up, it's going down, down Take that to the head, go ahead, order another round Words start to slur It's all o-over her And we both on that liquid courage And we 'bout to be on the verge We order another round Another round It's going down, it's going down Another round, another round It's going down, it's going down Round, down, round, down, down

I was down the back of another aul snug Just taking the time to watch the wall paint dry The sound of a bauld aul crowds dull Chattering filling the air within an inch of its life A man on either side of me, the bar to the right I'd be lucky to make it outta here with me life And isn't that your man that barred us last Time For singing 'Ra tunes on a tuesday night? Crawling up the walls lookin' like a rabid hound Get up outta that, get up off the ground I'll tie ya to that chair if ya don't simmer down You're the worlds worst patron saint of stout Actually didn't I barr yous last week And what are ya doin' with a spliff in your mouth? Alright then never mind what'll it be lads? Another Round Another Round Another Round Another Round Another Round Another Round Another Round Another Round Another Round Another Round Another Round Another Round Take the еdge off the knife Catch thе rain before it all runs dry Cure the dog of all that ails it You'll still be that bitter man inside They are changing all the taps Switching off the lights in every room If the last call has an ending I swear to god there's nothing left for you I was down the back of another aul snug Just taking the time to watch the wall paint dry The sound of a bauld aul crowds dull chattering Filling the air within an inch of its life A man on either side of me, the bar to the right I'd be lucky to make it outta here with me life And isn't that your man that barred us last time For singing 'Ra tunes on a tuesday night I was down the back of another aul snug Just taking the time to watch the wall paint dry The sound of a bauld aul crowds dull chattering Filling the air within an inch of its life A man on either side of me, the bar to the right I'd be lucky to make it outta here with me life And isn't that your man that barred us last time For singing 'Ra tunes on a tuesday night For singing 'Ra tunes on a tuesday night For singing 'Ra tunes on a tuesday night For singing 'Ra tunes on a tuesday night For singing IRA tunes on a Tuesday night

I'ma take a Bud Light break, ah, ah I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright How you expecting awards when you ain't put in work? And I just got off the phone, yeah, with my realtor And I've been eating so good that, bitch, my belly broke And I might cop that Mulsanne cause, bitch, that Bentley talk Put that sauce on that bitch real quick Put that ice on that wrist real slick Girl, I know you know my wallet's real thick And I'm wonderin', wonderin' what you're drinking I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright We don't fucking fuck with y'all, do we? We don't gotta stunt on y'all, do we? Bring that money back to yours truly When I'm rocking all my goddamn jewelry, yeah Hey, I just hopped out the foreign, looking so pretty, yeah And yeah, that watch on my arm look like a trillion You know that White Iverson, no, keep that jewelry tucked And I just bought out my brain, I feel like Bubba Chuck Girl, I'm zoned out, I feel my Xans Ain't nobody understand It's you and I, go and call your friends Let's get a lot of kerosene You gon' ride that bump-and-grind Yeah, let me see that double-time You ain't gotta tell them hoes because they know, yeah I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright We don't fucking fuck with y'all, do we? We don't gotta stunt on y'all, do we? Bring that money back to yours truly When I'm rocking all my God damn jewelry Tell me, who do you call? When the night gets long And you're sitting by the phone 'Cause all those drugs wore off I just came down from the high of my life I just, I just came down from the high of my life See us popping champagne, we could do it all night And if everything gone bad, we gon' make it alright High of my life High of my life High of my life High of my life High of my life

Those beneath us are the ones who need us You've let somebody else take our place Cry us a river Cross your little fingers You've let somebody else take our place I'm addicted to conception of affectionate narration Hang the king, elect the bleak reflection of perfection A bald man's statue in the middle of a square I love this land, dog Express the extraordinary need for demonstration Build the bigger and balder piece of bloody meditation A black building, white building, green building, people singing: I love this land, but Mother of god Was all of it worth it? Don't stand in the doorway Oh, don't block up the hall WE ARE DONE Christmas present Life is not that pleasant All those idols are not worth your time The words are forgotten They're drowning in the water Where's the beauty in your ordinary life? We're fallen idols Begging for your kindness Do you remember all the songs we used to play? We bow in your presence Hope you buy our record Don't let somebody else take our place