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.