I'm sorry, mama, but I've been drinking Me and the old man got us a start on the weekend And rest assured tonight I'm going to be in Kevin's basement all my friends Provided we can get, get our lazy asses down to Bottle by ten
And the walk home is going to be a real I'll be picking up cigarette butts all up and down Rock Road And throw up in the warm glow of the traffic light But I'm going to put the devil inside me to if it takes all night
So let's get up And let's we're all okay And if you've got something you can't live with, save it for another day Alright, save it for day
I'm sorry, Mama, expect a call 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 goddamn But you worry, I'll do all the talking when they turn on the flashing lights
When I'm an old man I can be the quiet And I can go without a moment of fun for the of my life I can read a book and I can be in bed by ten And I can get up early, go to work and come home, and start it all again
But while we're young, boys, everybody raise your glasses Singing, "Here's to the good times, here's to the team Kiss the good goodbye Oh yeah, the good times goodbye"
I need a I need an escape from Or I need eternal darkness and death I need an strategy
in North Caroline I could have been a member of society But New Jersey cigarettes and all they require of me Have made a fucking out of me
So me a Guinness Give me a Keystone Give me a kegger on a Friday Give me anything but another in exile
I need a whiskey, I need a whiskey, I need a right now I a whiskey, I need a whiskey God how many times I've said this before But I really don't feel like this anymore
So hey, Andy, let's turn dirty old men Close down the bar every at the Glen Rock Inn Talk about our grandkids as we our gray beards we're still doing car bombs after all of these years
Now I know there are bicycles to ride But I could swear I heard voices from the other Saying, "Wait until you see the whites of eyes"
And now I'm older, I look back and say "What the was it for anyway?" Those dreams are in the still of the grave What the fuck were for anyway?
So let it be on a stretcher if I get away What the was it for anyway? the fuck was it for anyway?