This has gone on long enough, And I think it's time we took a break. Put down your guns and knives And pretend you're not a fake. I'd meet you behind bars, But I can't seem to get away from one. Bartender, one more round here. It's been three years and I'm not done With you, it's true. Your blues have changed into a red- Colored black. Took it back, Heart attack has struck my conscience dead. And I'm not tired, I'm just waiting for a sign That everything is fine. You're high and wired, You're just waiting for a change, And I'm looking for a chance to get away. Your mood has gone on long enough, And I think its time you take a break. Put down your guns and knives But you'll forever be a fucking fake. I'd meet you behind bars, But I can't leave this one. Bartender, one more round here. Five more years, I'll be dead alone. And I'm not tired, I'm just waiting for a sign That everything is fine. You're high and wired, You're just waiting for a change, And I'm looking for a chance to get away. Just get away.