Breakdown

Gone down town Looking for the guy Who sells him treats not found Walks in to the first bar That he sees sat down Orders not one drink Not two, but three Breakdown Breakdown Whiskey sour Is what he likes to call his elixir No power If the sour ain't followed by a treat No flower Shivering all night no god-damn sleep Breakdown Breakdown To the back of the bar that he goes To see the shadow he knows To where light no longer goes To the back of the bar that he goes To see the shadow he knows To where light no longer goes How high do you think Those wings will take you? They can hear the clock Tik-tik-tok, not you Goes down town Finds the guy who sells him some treats Sits down On the first bench that he sees Looks around Breathes in not one Not two, but three Breakdown (Breakdown) It's a feeling of power How he describes his guilty pleasure Last hours Of a life that could've been much more Devours Every last breath he takes in is sour So sour To the back of the car that he goes In a suit and tie for the show To where light no longer goes To the back of the car that he goes In a suit and tie for the show To where light no longer goes How high do you think Those wings will take you? (You play, you lose) They can hear the clock Tik-tik-tok, not you How high do you think Those wings will take you? They can hear the clock Tik-tik-tok, not you