it s a nasty way of livin sometimes my jar ain t holdin a single dime my glass is holdin the last thing i wanna do i m gonna drink every dime i make tonight i ll die just to get a room it s a bad bad business this trying to forget you well our souls are a little older but you can t tell we learned a thing if there s twelve that got invited we re thirteen we re the last one to know it s over and the first one to have to beg we re the dog that crawled for miles on broken legs we re the dregs i ve pawned everything i ve ever owned just to drive eight hours to this barroom show to play this songs and to pray for a friendly face it ain t easy acting like it ain t personal and the band asked me not to curse no more so i ll sing all the sad ones and lean on these mad ones okay well our souls are a little older but you can t tell we learned a thing if there s twelve that got invited we re thirteen we re the last one to know it s over and the first one to have to beg we re the dog that crawled for miles on broken legs we re the dregs now the parkin lot is an ol ghost town no evidence anyone has ever been around cept a handful of gravel and a half pint of somethin mean so i ll retreat somewhere and cover my wounds and pray to god that the checkout s noon if there s any luck left it ll be at halfway clean  well our souls are a little older but you can t tell we learned a thing if there s twelve that got invited we re thirteen we re the last one to know it s over and the first one to have to beg we re the dog that crawled for miles on broken legs we re the dregs were the dregs were the dregs were the dregs