Pour me another round friend,
set me up a other shot,
I want to celebrate,
hide,
get away,
escape from all this pain.

Oh & please
refrain from any judgment,
it's my money.
If I want to squander it
for even more misery,
that's my choice,
not yours.

And, besides,
why fight my request,
it's what you get paid to do,
I promise I'll leave
you a big tip mate,
pay you good money
for killing me
a little bit more
tonight.

Cheers!