Bottoms Up

Hey, who's coming with me

To kick a hole in the sky?

I love the whiskey

Let's drink that shit till it's dry

So grab a Jim Beam, J.D., whatever you need

Have a shot from the bottle, doesn't matter to me

'Nother round, fill 'er up

Hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up

This is what it's all about

No one can slow us down

We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out (Bottoms up)

Hell can't handle all of us

So get your bottles up

Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out

'Nother round, fill 'er up

Hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up

Bottoms up

So grab your best friend

And make your way to the bar

But keep your distance

We're gonna light it on fire

We're drinking Black Tooth, 80 proof, straight gasoline

Slam as much as you can take and hand the bottle to me

'Nother round, fill 'er up,

Hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up

This is what it's all about

No one can slow us down

We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out (Bottoms up)

Hell can't handle all of us

So get your bottles up

Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out

'Nother round, fill 'er up

Hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up

Bottoms up

This is what it's all about

No one can slow us down

We ain't gonna stop until they throw us all out

Hell can' handle all of us

So get your bottles up

Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out

This is what it's all about

No one can slow us down

We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out (Bottoms up)

Hell can't handle all of us

So get your bottles up

Drinkin' every drop until it all runs out

'Nother round, fill 'er up

Hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up

'Nother round, fill 'er up

Hammer down, grab a cup, bottoms up

Hey, bottoms up