Kate Pierson - Bottoms Up

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