Birthday Song (Trapper Chris)

One day you’ll need someone to dress you You’ll be spilling food down on your face The next a priest will God bless you And it won’t mean that you sneezed But the time in between Is lost like a dream Your melancholy mood comes too late So pick that old ass of yours Up off the floor For tonight we celebrate And the years go by And we don’t know where they went We just let them fly ‘Cause they were all heaven sent We’re on borrowed time And we still owe half the rent For soaking up the sunshine ‘Til we’re dead gone We will laugh until we drop Here’s your birthday song May your party never stop Singing on and on We go stumbling down the block Soaking up the good wine We’re covered in silver confetti There’s bottles all over the floor Just because your bank account’s empty It don’t mean that you’re poor The nights just like this Make me feel like I’m rich Like the fire still burns in my core So raise that old glass of yours Up towards the sky We’re not counting anymore