An Hour And A Half Late For Happy Hour

You're just a big mouth waiting for the "all fall down." 
I'm just a fist with a glass and some despair to drown, You think you know what's up? I'll turn it upside down. 
A guillotine waiting for the head that wears the crown. 
Get off my back and I'll get off yours. 
Call off the attack, it's such a fucking bore.