I'm sorry, mama, but been drinking again Me and the old man got us a head on the weekend And assured tonight I'm going to be in Kevin's basement with all my friends Provided we can get, get our lazy down to Bottle King by ten
And the walk home is going to be a shit-show 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 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 buddies are coming over and they're feeling a little too alright I'm sick and tired of everyone in this being so goddamn uptight 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 a moment of fun for the rest 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 home, and start it all over again
But we're young, boys, everybody raise your glasses high Singing, "Here's to the good times, to the home team the good times goodbye Oh yeah, kiss the good goodbye"
I a timeout I need an from reality Or else I need darkness and death I need an exit
in North Caroline I have been a productive member of society But New Jersey cigarettes and all they require of me Have made a junkie out of me
So me a Guinness Give me a Keystone Give me a on a Friday night me anything but another year in exile
I need a whiskey, I a whiskey, I need a whiskey right now I need a whiskey, I need a God know how many times said this before But I really don't feel like doing anymore
So hey, Andy, turn into dirty old men down the bar every night at the Glen Rock Inn Talk about our as we stroke our gray beards Funny we're still doing car bombs after all of years
Now I know are bicycles waiting to ride But I swear I heard voices from the other side Saying, "Wait until you see the of their eyes"
And now that I'm older, I 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 stretcher if I get carried What the was it for anyway? the fuck was it for anyway?