Count Your Last Blessings

Last call for regret and defeat To finish the bottle full of empty dreams Punch drunk head is straight out of line Another excuse with no alibi Hitchin' on the road of decline With no-name streets and no vital signs I pissed away the best of me, and No one can help me! Misery's best friend can't be a dead-end A bag full of regrets, and I'm coming clean Some feel it, especially the rejects A bad habit; don't forget it: you better Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon Chases its feet And now I'm running out of time My hands are tied and nailed to the cross I'm looking for all the composure I lost I'm petulant with a bad attitude A poster-child vision of wasted youth I dodged the book and found the key I can't say the same for dignity I pissed away the best of me, and No one can help me! Misery's best friend can't be a dead-end A bag full of regrets, and I'm coming clean Some feel it, especially the rejects A bad habit; don't forget it: you better Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon Chases its feet And now I'm running out of time My own enemy I don't hear you now Perfect tragedy God bless us denial My own enemy I don't hear you now Perfect tragedy God bless us denial Misery's best friend can't be a dead-end A bag full of regrets, and I'm coming clean Some feel it, especially the rejects A bad habit; don't forget it: you better Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon Chases its feet And now I'm running out of time Misery's best friend can't be a dead-end A bag full of regrets, and I'm coming clean Some feel it, especially the rejects A bad habit; don't forget it: you better Count your last blessings and fill up the wagon Chases its feet And now I'm running out of time --- Count Your Last Blessings - Sum 41