Another Round

[Verse 1]
Don't hide from it tonight, don't begin to run
It's the pin drop in the waiting room, heard by everyone
Clap back so it rings then back away
Even Luton wasn't built in a day, in a day
A sweep, a stretch, an overlook trickle down the dregs
A brush, a scrape, a kiss, confess you're not too proud to beg
Like paint jobs in a nail salon it stays
Only for a while, but then it fades, but then it fades
Remove the outer layers
Like a snake your skin is meant to be shed
Despite what some say you don't always lay as you've made your bed

[Chorus] (Joanne Robertson and Elias)
As you poured, you will drink
That's a given, don't you think
Hit the bottle, wash it down
While there's still time for another round

[Verse 2]
The slow march to the slaughterhouse, herded with the sheep
Only slim pickings make it out, the rest are put to sleep
No hesitations cheap when just a pause
Determines between laughter and applause
When the grinning comes a'howling
Wall to wall in a convulsion of sound
The hollers and the bellows seize the feet to have 'em tied up and bound

[Chorus] (Joanne Robertson and Elias)
As you poured, you will drink
That's a given, don't you think
Hit the bottle, wash it down
While there's still time for another round
While there's still time for another round