Empty Bottles
๐ต 2587 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:17 duration
๐ ID: 1031632
๐ Lyrics
Empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Silhouettes of people dancing
To an unfamiliar sound
Hello stranger
Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Ground bottle six with the permanent bliss
Razor sharp glass lips, give me a kiss
Eyes fixated with the familiar shape
Black label, white letters, they integrate
Cubans in the bar room with harpoons
I bloom in the night fog like mushrooms
See every bullet hole in the window of my past
Now that's what I call a shot glass (two, three, four)
Empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Silhouettes of people dancing
To an unfamiliar sound
Hello stranger
Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Count the cracks on the sidewalk
Pack the cigarette box in my left palm
Flame on the tip of a smoke
I don't know where the light came from
Legs like a ghost, I still walk
Whole world mushed concrete, feels soft
Blinded by the cameras pop flash
I'm a big fan, shot glass? (Two, three, four)
Empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Silhouettes of people dancing
To an unfamiliar sound
Hello stranger
Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Oh, what a life it's been
What about my life in there? What about the would and when's?
If's, maybe's, could-have-been's? You didn't know shit about me, man
You didn't go to school in the clothes that I had to wear back then
Look at you, fucking faggot, what you looking at, punk?
What, bitch? Give me another shot, hey, what you want?
Make it a double, fuck it, a triple, fuck it, give me the bottle
And then it's bottoms-up, what a positive role model
Hey Wolf, Wolf!
Come on man, it's time to go
Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake at all
Take a Tylenol, shake it off
Wanna take another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off
Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake at all
Take a Tylenol, shake it off
Wanna take another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off
Empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Silhouettes of people dancing
To an unfamiliar sound
Hello stranger
Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Silhouettes of people dancing
To an unfamiliar sound
Hello stranger
Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Black roses on the ground
Silhouettes of people dancing
To an unfamiliar sound
Hello stranger
Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Ground bottle six with the permanent bliss
Razor sharp glass lips, give me a kiss
Eyes fixated with the familiar shape
Black label, white letters, they integrate
Cubans in the bar room with harpoons
I bloom in the night fog like mushrooms
See every bullet hole in the window of my past
Now that's what I call a shot glass (two, three, four)
Empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Silhouettes of people dancing
To an unfamiliar sound
Hello stranger
Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Count the cracks on the sidewalk
Pack the cigarette box in my left palm
Flame on the tip of a smoke
I don't know where the light came from
Legs like a ghost, I still walk
Whole world mushed concrete, feels soft
Blinded by the cameras pop flash
I'm a big fan, shot glass? (Two, three, four)
Empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Silhouettes of people dancing
To an unfamiliar sound
Hello stranger
Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Oh, what a life it's been
What about my life in there? What about the would and when's?
If's, maybe's, could-have-been's? You didn't know shit about me, man
You didn't go to school in the clothes that I had to wear back then
Look at you, fucking faggot, what you looking at, punk?
What, bitch? Give me another shot, hey, what you want?
Make it a double, fuck it, a triple, fuck it, give me the bottle
And then it's bottoms-up, what a positive role model
Hey Wolf, Wolf!
Come on man, it's time to go
Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake at all
Take a Tylenol, shake it off
Wanna take another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off
Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake at all
Take a Tylenol, shake it off
Wanna take another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off
Empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Silhouettes of people dancing
To an unfamiliar sound
Hello stranger
Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Silhouettes of people dancing
To an unfamiliar sound
Hello stranger
Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.93] Empty bottles on the table
[00:13.45] Black roses on the ground
[00:16.16] Silhouettes of people dancing
[00:19.04] To an unfamiliar sound
[00:21.47] Hello stranger
[00:23.01] Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down
[00:26.96] With empty bottles on the table
[00:29.76] Black roses on the ground
[00:32.32] Ground bottle six with the permanent bliss
[00:35.00] Razor sharp glass lips, give me a kiss
[00:37.69] Eyes fixated with the familiar shape
[00:40.46] Black label, white letters, they integrate
[00:43.20] Cubans in the bar room with harpoons
[00:45.65] I bloom in the night fog like mushrooms
[00:48.37] See every bullet hole in the window of my past
[00:51.11] Now that's what I call a shot glass (two, three, four)
[00:56.62] Empty bottles on the table
[00:59.92] Black roses on the ground
[01:02.66] Silhouettes of people dancing
[01:05.43] To an unfamiliar sound
[01:08.10] Hello stranger
[01:09.61] Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down
[01:13.26] With empty bottles on the table
[01:16.38] Black roses on the ground
[01:18.77] Count the cracks on the sidewalk
[01:21.48] Pack the cigarette box in my left palm
[01:24.19] Flame on the tip of a smoke
[01:27.18] I don't know where the light came from
[01:29.70] Legs like a ghost, I still walk
[01:32.68] Whole world mushed concrete, feels soft
[01:35.16] Blinded by the cameras pop flash
[01:37.49] I'm a big fan, shot glass? (Two, three, four)
[01:43.93] Empty bottles on the table
[01:46.59] Black roses on the ground
[01:49.20] Silhouettes of people dancing
[01:51.97] To an unfamiliar sound
[01:54.47] Hello stranger
[01:56.18] Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down
[01:59.89] With empty bottles on the table
[02:03.05] Black roses on the ground
[02:06.38] Oh, what a life it's been
[02:08.41] What about my life in there? What about the would and when's?
[02:10.85] If's, maybe's, could-have-been's? You didn't know shit about me, man
[02:13.59] You didn't go to school in the clothes that I had to wear back then
[02:16.32] Look at you, fucking faggot, what you looking at, punk?
[02:18.44] What, bitch? Give me another shot, hey, what you want?
[02:21.80] Make it a double, fuck it, a triple, fuck it, give me the bottle
[02:24.54] And then it's bottoms-up, what a positive role model
[02:27.28] Hey Wolf, Wolf!
[02:33.00] Come on man, it's time to go
[02:37.66] Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake at all
[02:39.83] Take a Tylenol, shake it off
[02:44.66] Wanna take another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off
[02:51.56] Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake at all
[02:54.23] Take a Tylenol, shake it off
[02:58.76] Wanna take another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off
[03:10.90] Empty bottles on the table
[03:13.85] Black roses on the ground
[03:16.44] Silhouettes of people dancing
[03:19.56] To an unfamiliar sound
[03:21.90] Hello stranger
[03:23.59] Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down
[03:27.40] With empty bottles on the table
[03:30.40] Black roses on the ground
[03:32.82] Empty bottles on the table
[03:35.68] Black roses on the ground
[03:38.33] Silhouettes of people dancing
[03:41.13] To an unfamiliar sound
[03:43.77] Hello stranger
[03:45.27] Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down
[03:49.04] With empty bottles on the table
[03:52.06] Black roses on the ground
[00:13.45] Black roses on the ground
[00:16.16] Silhouettes of people dancing
[00:19.04] To an unfamiliar sound
[00:21.47] Hello stranger
[00:23.01] Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down
[00:26.96] With empty bottles on the table
[00:29.76] Black roses on the ground
[00:32.32] Ground bottle six with the permanent bliss
[00:35.00] Razor sharp glass lips, give me a kiss
[00:37.69] Eyes fixated with the familiar shape
[00:40.46] Black label, white letters, they integrate
[00:43.20] Cubans in the bar room with harpoons
[00:45.65] I bloom in the night fog like mushrooms
[00:48.37] See every bullet hole in the window of my past
[00:51.11] Now that's what I call a shot glass (two, three, four)
[00:56.62] Empty bottles on the table
[00:59.92] Black roses on the ground
[01:02.66] Silhouettes of people dancing
[01:05.43] To an unfamiliar sound
[01:08.10] Hello stranger
[01:09.61] Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down
[01:13.26] With empty bottles on the table
[01:16.38] Black roses on the ground
[01:18.77] Count the cracks on the sidewalk
[01:21.48] Pack the cigarette box in my left palm
[01:24.19] Flame on the tip of a smoke
[01:27.18] I don't know where the light came from
[01:29.70] Legs like a ghost, I still walk
[01:32.68] Whole world mushed concrete, feels soft
[01:35.16] Blinded by the cameras pop flash
[01:37.49] I'm a big fan, shot glass? (Two, three, four)
[01:43.93] Empty bottles on the table
[01:46.59] Black roses on the ground
[01:49.20] Silhouettes of people dancing
[01:51.97] To an unfamiliar sound
[01:54.47] Hello stranger
[01:56.18] Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down
[01:59.89] With empty bottles on the table
[02:03.05] Black roses on the ground
[02:06.38] Oh, what a life it's been
[02:08.41] What about my life in there? What about the would and when's?
[02:10.85] If's, maybe's, could-have-been's? You didn't know shit about me, man
[02:13.59] You didn't go to school in the clothes that I had to wear back then
[02:16.32] Look at you, fucking faggot, what you looking at, punk?
[02:18.44] What, bitch? Give me another shot, hey, what you want?
[02:21.80] Make it a double, fuck it, a triple, fuck it, give me the bottle
[02:24.54] And then it's bottoms-up, what a positive role model
[02:27.28] Hey Wolf, Wolf!
[02:33.00] Come on man, it's time to go
[02:37.66] Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake at all
[02:39.83] Take a Tylenol, shake it off
[02:44.66] Wanna take another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off
[02:51.56] Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake at all
[02:54.23] Take a Tylenol, shake it off
[02:58.76] Wanna take another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off
[03:10.90] Empty bottles on the table
[03:13.85] Black roses on the ground
[03:16.44] Silhouettes of people dancing
[03:19.56] To an unfamiliar sound
[03:21.90] Hello stranger
[03:23.59] Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down
[03:27.40] With empty bottles on the table
[03:30.40] Black roses on the ground
[03:32.82] Empty bottles on the table
[03:35.68] Black roses on the ground
[03:38.33] Silhouettes of people dancing
[03:41.13] To an unfamiliar sound
[03:43.77] Hello stranger
[03:45.27] Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down
[03:49.04] With empty bottles on the table
[03:52.06] Black roses on the ground