Whiskey Testo

are you holding up the jukebox with your last coin?making love to the neon darlin', where the wires join
and i keep stallin', until we've all been
brought around the side into my coffin
sleep until the sun's gone
i begin to see the way inside
gimme whiskey in my hand
do you understand?
the silver cup is cut in two
and crying in the sand
have a sip of the latest fad now, bitter and cold
promises in a bottle that never grow old
would you want to drink it with me?