Letters on the Marquee Vincent Neil Emerson

[Verse 1]
Well they ran out of letters on the marquee
They can't spell my name
And I'm tryin' to dodge a little bit of heartache
So if it's all the same
Well [I'm loading out?]
My line is drawn
I'm headed home
Watch me get gone

[Verse 2]
Well I wanna be a bottle on the top shelf
Covered up in dust
No, they won't be able to afford me
They won't have enough
Don't wanna be bought
Don't wanna be sold
Don't wanna be talked down to
Don't wanna be owned

[Verse 3]
Well the bartender's looking at me sideways
Guess I don't have [it right?]
But I've been tippin' like a canoe
Smiling all damn night
I guess I'll quit
And just walk away
I don't need this shit
Have a good day