To Fros by Blackbird Hill Lyrics

Lotta booze and smokes, hazy late night thougths
To put out the fire in my soul like I’d throw a butt into the ashtray
Name the game, it’s a shame, lazy evenings drought
I drink up my whiskey and leave like I knew it was pointless to resist
Lotta wrongs and rights
Lotta do’s and don’ts
Lotta to and fros
Lotta drinks and don’ts
Blue devils on my mind, troubles all the time
Lotta wrongs and rights
Lotta do’s and don’ts
Lotta to and fros
Lotta drinks and don’ts