Write a letter to myself of white flags and
surrender, I dig my trenches six feet deep, But
where are you now? While we still stand proud, And
you're still tripping on your feet. So you better
run for cover, Boy, The revolution just pulled
your fucking number, I've been a vindictive man,
I've been a man of power, But looking at you is
just like pulling teeth, I said looking at you is
just like pulling teeth. So here's to our past,
From the bottom of our glass, That tilted,
Spilled, Hit the floor, Then smashed. So here's to
our past, From the bottom of our glass, That
tilted, Spilled, Hit the floor, Then smashed. I've
seen a million faces, But I can't seem to forget
the ones that burn me, But where are you now?
While we still stand proud, And you're still
tripping on your feet. So here's to our past, From
the bottom of our glass, That tilted, Spilled, Hit
the floor, Then smashed. So here's to our past,
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/oA6From the bottom of our glass, That tilted,
Spilled, Hit the floor, Then smashed. Who starts
the riot?? Then hides behind it?? You sing the
songs, But you know we didn't buy it, When we
heard it on the streets, And we held it in our
hearts, You made us what we hated, And you tore us
all apart!! Who steps aside?? You can't deny, You
sing the songs, But you know we didn't buy it,
When we heard it on the streets, And we held it in
our hearts, You made us what we hated, And you
tore us all apart!! So here's to our past, From
the bottom of our glass, That tilted, Spilled, Hit
the floor, Then smashed. So here's to our past,
From the bottom of our glass, That tilted,
Spilled, Hit the floor, Then smashed. So here's to
our past, From the bottom of our glass, That
tilted, Spilled, Hit the floor, Then smashed. So
here's to our past, From the bottom of our glass,
That tilted, Spilled, Hit the floor, Then smashed.