I was a bottle rocket shot into the night
and we were wasted. We stayed until the
morning light. For every rainy day that
came our way we drank through sorrow and
we sang. We're not waiting for better days
to come our way and so we'll sing.
We've been broken and been used.
We've been beaten and bruised but
that don't change a thing. We're
still the same we used to be.
We're not waiting for better days
to come our way. No, we'll be okay.
We were broken like the bottles on your floor.
With bad tattoos and bad luck we won't wait for
better days anymore. No, we won't wait.