Wicked Wits

Wicked Wits: Wicked wits they come to rest I'm at the wrong end of a gun A barrel pointed at my chest "You're using up my oxygen" A bruiser speaking 'bout the world Kept his pride but lost his girl And everyone but him's to blame Lonely folks, they're all the same The same Silver tongue, I'm in the clear He says, "Okay buddy, step aside. Let me buy you the next beer" Says, "I'm gonna love her 'til I die" He lost his breath, it's hard to find Love letters and peace of mind Took for granted miles away Damned to hell and there to stay To stay Wicked wits and my ego Brought me down on both my knees Closing time we've got to go Back door bleeding symphonies I'll pick a fight not hard to find To help me keep my peace of mind. I lost my heart she's miles away Got no one but myself to blame To blame Lovely ways about her But I'm hoping to forget her Liver soaked in sorrow Black out and reach tomorrow Waking up to sing the same old song Lord, forgive me when I'm gone