I'm sorry, mama, but I've drinking again Me and the old man got us a start on the weekend And rest tonight I'm going to be in Kevin's basement with all my friends Provided we can get, get our lazy asses down to King by ten
And the walk is going to be a real shit-show I'll be picking up half-smoked cigarette butts all up and down Road And then throw up in the warm of the traffic light But I'm going to put the devil me to sleep if it takes all night
So let's get up And let's pretend all okay And if you've got something that you live with, save it for another day Alright, it for another day
I'm sorry, Mama, expect a from the neighbors tonight All of my asshole buddies are coming over and feeling a little too alright I'm sick and tired of everyone in this town being so uptight But don't you worry, do all the talking when they turn on the flashing lights
I'm an old man I can be the quiet type And I can go without a moment of fun for the of my life I can a good book and I can be in bed by ten And I can get up early, go to work and home, and start it all over again
But while we're young, boys, everybody raise your glasses Singing, "Here's to the good times, to the home team Kiss the times goodbye Oh yeah, the good times goodbye"
I need a I need an escape from Or else I need eternal darkness and I need an strategy
Down in North I could been a productive member of society But these New cigarettes and all they require of me made a fucking junkie out of me
So me a Guinness me a Keystone Light Give me a kegger on a Friday Give me anything but another year in
I need a whiskey, I need a whiskey, I a whiskey right now I need a whiskey, I need a God how many times I've said this before But I really don't feel like doing this
So hey, Andy, turn into dirty old men Close the bar every night at the Glen Rock Inn Talk about our as we stroke our gray beards Funny still doing car bombs after all of these years
Now I know there are bicycles waiting to But I could swear I heard from the other side Saying, "Wait you see the whites of their eyes"
And now I'm older, I look back and say "What the was it for anyway?" Those dreams are lying in the of the grave the fuck were they for anyway?
So let it be on a if I get carried away the fuck was it for anyway? What the was it for anyway?