Hold My Beer
The closer. The doctors said my heart was at thirty-three percent and the case was hopeless. My answer was the most stubborn three words I know: me telling the universe, "you move." (Good news: it turned out to be a misdiagnosis, and my heart's fine now.)
The engineers have gathered, they've run all the tests
The final report is a symphony of 'no's and 'can't's and 'at best's
They've handed me a blueprint of a perfect, elegant trap
And a formal declaration that I'm wiped right off the map
The chair is broke, the fork is plastic, all the tools have failed
The story of my future is a tragedy, detailed
You say the sky is falling, and the numbers all agree
You say the fire's burning out the very heart of me
You say the war is over, and the king is in checkmate
And the only sane decision is to bow to my own fate
You've proven that it's hopeless, that the end is drawing near
I don’t think so!
Hold my beer
Got a heart at thirty-three percent, a pocket full of dread
Got a civil war of logic and of honor in my head
Got a list of all the reasons that the fight is a mistake
For every single promise that the universe will break
My only fuel's the righteous spite, my only map's a scar
The experts all agree I shouldn't have even made it this far
You say the sky is falling, and the numbers all agree
You say the fire's burning out the very heart of me
You say the war is over, and the king is in checkmate
And the only sane decision is to bow to my own fate
You've proven that it's hopeless, that the end is drawing near
I don’t think so!
Hold my beer
It's not for glory, not for a prize
Not for the hope behind my eyes
It's for the boy who's watching me
To see what a man can choose to be
It's for the beauty of the "why the hell not?"
For the one single, crazy shot
It's the final, and most honest prayer
Of a man who is already there
You say the sky is falling, and the numbers all agree
You say the fire's burning out the very heart of me
You say the war is over, and the king is in checkmate
And the only sane decision is to bow to my own fate
You've proven that it's hopeless, that the end is drawing near
We’ll see
Hold my beer
The engine's screaming
The ground is shaking
The gods are laughing
But the wrench is in my hand
Yeah, watch this