Laughing With The Dead (Bulletboys)

Stuck between the thirst of too little And the abyss of too much A blast from a tower and a thirty day ride I need a shot with a punch Skeletons dancing in a jittery daze With a sparkling gleam in their eyes Above apologizing for our devious ways I've taken a word from the wise I don't need nasty I don't need nice I won't heed your self-serving advice While you're weeping over wounds in your head I'm here laughing with the dead Quiero tequila! Where's my beer? Unbutton my peyote now it's crystal clear When ya'll get over f**king with your head I'll be laughing with the dead Waking up crudo in the white hot sun Nightmares of Melrose and you Bedmates with the red ants and a scorprion Looks like my fates have come through Oh, skeletons dancing an ethereal haze Keeps a sparkling gleam in their eyes Above apologizing for our devious ways This is a word from the wise I don't need nasty I don't need nice I don't hear your self-righteous advice You keep on digging at the hole in your head I'm here laughing with the dead Quiero tequila! One more beer Unbutton my peyote Now it's crystal clear When ya'll get over screwing with your head I'll be laughing Laughing with the dead