Broken Bottles Songtext
von Sons of Bill

She′s still on my mind
I got whiskey on my breath, I'm wasted
Killing myself just to kill some time

And I′m so sick of it all

I been staring at the ceiling getting to feeling

Like smashing my radio up against the wall

Don't want to hear another love song


The voices in my head are singing along
Telling me to be the next ex-lover to
Die in a gutter alone
I'm just so damn sick of it all
Love letters and alcohol
Broken bottles and pain

Here it goes again
She turned this heart of steel to rust
In this world that′s turning its still burning
For something in this world that don′t turn to dust
And, girl, I've got only you to thank
Hank Williams might have been a love-sick drinker
But being a love-sick drunk don′t make you Hank