You and we, we go together like Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone De Beauvoir
We can talk about our endless pain and the failure of our ideology
Spill your guts all over a canvas and from my exile I'll fire off another tract
We walk a thin line between faith and fate, but right now I'd rather not talk about that, so...

Pour me another black Russian and put off the serious part of the discussion
It's my downfall. It's my poison. It's my platform, my position
Think twice before you follow; your chemistry may not be the same
Pour me another black Russian till I'm blurred and sharpened all the same

I don't think I'm fundamentally evil, but I can be blinded by frustration
I blame no one but myself for the times I've fallen into stupid situations
In some anonymous east coast bar, some anonymous band is playing
I knock back more toxic waste, trying to blot out the question in my mind
Is it really over this time?

We had it out on River Road. How ugly can two lovers get?
The Sonoma County deputy sheriffs were this close to locking us both away
Well, I've got a lot to regret and I've got a lot to live down
But one day I want to go back and make love to you in that same town

Pour me another black Russian and put off the serious part of the discussion
It's my downfall. It's my poison. It's my platform, my position
Think twice before you follow
Down the rabbit hole things get strange
Pour me another Black Russian and let's get real, real gone for a change

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Writer(s): John Bassham