Oh and here we go again

A broken bottle in my hand

And our taxed joints crack and bend

From our backs we rise and stand

Oh and here we go again

Our vision wincing towards the sun

Delerium tremens shake and stand

And we decide this isn't fun

Oh and here we go again

On the sharp edge of a knife

Singing not but only pain

But for some semblance of a life

That they cannot take or tax

For it's all that we can do

The nucleus of all my friends

And I lift my glass to you

Oh and here we go again