Текст песни Count Your Last Blessings

Last call for regret and defeat To finish the bottle full of empty dreams Punch-drunk headed straight out of line Another excuse with no alibi Hitchin on the road of decline With no name streets and no vital signs I pissed away the best of me and No one can help me! Misery's best friend dead beat on a dead-end A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean the self-elect resident rejects A bad habbit Don't forget it you better Count your last blessings i fell off the wagon i'm chasing six feet And now I'm running out of time My hands are tied And nailed to the cross I'm looking for all the composure I lost I'm petulant with a bad attitude A poster-child vision of wasted youth I dodged the book and found the key I can't say the same for dignity I pissed away the best of me and No one can help me Misery's best friend dead beat on a dead-end A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean the self-elect resident rejects A bad habbit Don't forget it you better Count your last blessings i fell off the wagon i'm chasing six feet And now I'm running out of time now i'm My own enemy I don't hear you now Perfect tragedy God bless us denial Misery's best friend dead beat on a dead-end A bag full of regrets and I'm coming clean the self-elect resident rejects A bad habbit Don't forget it you better Count your last blessings i fell off the wagon i'm chasing six feet And now I'm running out of time