Absinthe

Your lips taste like metal.

Come gather 'round, children
Come have a drink with me
But before we raise our glasses in toast
Let me first pose a question:
"Are you like me?
Do you hate what you see in the mirror?
Does it take a lot to just get up in the morning?
Do you envy that which you can't have?"
Well, here! here!
Pass the drinks around
Make sure little Suzy there in the back
Gets some, too
Well, my friends
Here's a toast to life
And health
And happiness
Swig down the Drain-o
It'll hurt only a second