Turn Off Your Television - Bottle of Black lyrics

Got damn your hands are on fire I feel your luck tonight Bring down a bottle of black And start a pillow fight Your eyes are heavy and your heart is a drunk You lost a fortune and now you´re Broke… You are broke... Drop dead you wake up slowly Returning to your grave Forget your pockets are empty And no ones left to save Your wounds are buried and your cramps are gone You lost a fortune again but you don´t mind But you don't Mind… You don't mind... (that you are) You are broke… You are broke...