Salute The Dead - U.S. Bombs

There’s an o.d.

case in the pool

There’s a couple passed out on the stairs

Watch your shoes, 'cause they’ll steal you, blind you

Ain’t gonna find the winners here

A dead mans weekend has got my name

On it apologies and promises

We’ve heard them all here, going to the pub

The suns down half way two fingers in the air

Cheers to the living salute the dead

If you’re gonna live, drink like you’re dead red wine

For blood whiskey, for fate

Kick up the dirt in Tompkins square

Lift up your flask for a stiff