Bottoms Up - Kate Pierson

Matchstick lies hypnotize

Silk pinned eyes and oral fixations

Letters home while you roam

Clutch the past, taste the sedation

Throw to the wind your addiction to friction and fiction

Ride through the night, risk your life

Bottoms up with the top down

Hit the skids and you rebound

Count the points as you run down all your friends one by one

Bottoms up with your sweet self

When the drive is a test

While you beat your chest all your friends have left

Na na na na na na, Na na na na na na, Na na na na na na, oh oh oh

Our pipe dreams to delete

Incomplete, regretting cremation

I’ve high hopes, hide the rope

Flush the dope, or my liberation

Throw to the wind your addiction to friction and fiction

Ride through the night, risk your life

Bottoms up with the top down

Hit the skids and you rebound

Count the points as you run down all your friends one by one

Bottoms up with your sweet self

When the drive is a test

While you beat your chest all your friends have left

Na na na na na na, Na na na na na na, Na na na na na na, oh oh oh

Na na na na na na, Na na na na na na, Na na na na na na, oh oh oh