King of the Last Round

Neon bleeding on a splintered barSmoke hanging low like a battle scarBoots in spilled whiskey, glass on steelA man learns fast what the night can heal

Cracked old mirror and a crooked grinToo many ghosts but I let them inOne more burn and the noise goes thinLet the last rite now begin

Raise it slowLet it stingThis is not a prayerIt's a reckoning

I'm the king of the last roundCrown of smoke and broken glassI drink with the sins I foundAnd I laugh while the shadows passI'm the king of the last roundOne more fire before I drownIf the night wants blood and soundLet it take me like a crown

I wore my pride like a rusted chainKissed bad luck in the pouring rainLost some names to a barroom fightLost myself for a few good nightsBlack label truth in an amber glowSome wounds fade but they never goEvery scar got a tale to tellAnd I know mine a little too well

Raise it slowLet it stingThis is not a prayerIt's a reckoning

I'm the king of the last roundCrown of smoke and broken glassI drink with the sins I foundAnd I laugh while the shadows passI'm the king of the last roundOne more fire before I drownIf the night wants blood and soundLet it take me like a crown

No saints hereNo saving handsJust iron heartsAnd wedding bandsTo broken oathsAnd old bar songsWe don't die cleanWe just hold on

Pour it blackHold it highIf I fallI fall alive

I'm the king of the last roundCrown of smoke and broken glassI drink with the sins I foundAnd I spit them in the devil's pathI'm the king of the last roundBurning slow but standing proudIf this is my end right nowI will wear it like a crown

Last call ringingStill I standFire in the throatGlass in my handNo regretNo holy groundJust a kingOf the last round