Backstage Kings

[Verse 1] Amp's still buzzin' from the last cheap chord Sweat on the concrete, boots on the door Somebody's lipstick on the setlist page We drank the rider dry before we left the stage [Pre-Chorus] No clocks in here, we broke 'em all The ceiling's low but we feel ten feet tall [Chorus] We're the kings of nothin' till the sun comes up Bourbon in a paper cup, spill it, fill it, drink it up Ain't no tomorrow through that door Long as the bottle's got a little more Hey — hey — we run this floor [Verse 2] Strangers in the mirror callin' out my name Half of 'em I love, the rest I can't explain Cigarette burnin' where I laid it down Nobody's sober, nobody's leavin' town [Pre-Chorus] No clocks in here, we broke 'em all Let the whole thing crumble, we don't wanna crawl [Chorus] We're the kings of nothin' till the sun comes up Bourbon in a paper cup, spill it, fill it, drink it up Ain't no tomorrow through that door Long as the bottle's got a little more Hey — hey — we run this floor [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] [soft] Then the gray light finds the crack beneath the frame Somebody's shoe, a ring, a stranger's frame [building] Head like a freight train, throat like sand But I'd trade my whole clean life to do it all again [Chorus] We're the kings of nothin' till the sun comes up Bourbon in a paper cup, spill it, fill it, drink it up Ain't no tomorrow through that door Long as the bottle's got a little more Hey — hey — we run this floor [Outro] [belted] One more round before the ashes fall One more round — we don't hear the mornin' call Kings of nothin', kings of it all