I pulled up a chair for one and ordered drinks for two,

Drank mine to your memory, then I drank yours for you,

I know this neon target range won't cure my painful mind

But with each shot I take, I leave a memory behind.

So barkeep, load another round

Shooting memories ain’t a crime,

Just set me up to shoot ‘em down

It’s memory-killin’ time.

Once this barroom smoke has cleared, I’ll stop to look around

Finding broken memories all scattered on the ground,

I know I can't keep living life inside these barroom walls

But every time I aim my glass, another memory falls.

So tomorrow night you'll find me

Right back here again,

Loading up my crystal guns

To shoot ‘em down again.

Yes barkeep, load another round

Shooting memories ain’t a crime,

Just set me up to shoot ‘em down

It’s memory-killin’ time.