Under the scaffold we shared a beer.
Drank 16 ounces just to feel,
Like an adult slowly losing years.
It’s not depressing if you’re right here.
There are masons that don’t do shit,
I’d give it all to piss where they piss.
There’s your hand on the bottle.
Up. Up and down.
Up. Up and down.
I left my tools, I left em miles and miles away.
At the Wild Turkey Parade nobody is safe.
Oh! Brother! Let’s go home.
Before we miss the tazo snow.
Falls so low. Falls so slowly.
I will never drink again.
I have to say it. Fuck the sun.
There’s your hand on the bottle.
