I'm sorry, mama, but I've been again Me and the old man got us a head start on the 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 home is going to be a 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 get fucked 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 call from the tonight All of my asshole are coming over and they're feeling a little too alright I'm sick and tired of everyone in this town being so goddamn But don't you worry, I'll do all the talking 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 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 over
But while young, boys, everybody raise your glasses high Singing, "Here's to the times, here's to the home team Kiss the good times Oh yeah, kiss the good goodbye"
I need a I need an escape from Or else I eternal darkness and death I need an strategy
in North Caroline I could have been a productive member of But these New cigarettes and all they require of me Have made a fucking out of me
So me a Guinness me a Keystone Light Give me a on a Friday night Give me anything but another year in
I need a whiskey, I a whiskey, I need a whiskey right now I need a whiskey, I a whiskey God know how many times I've this before But I really don't feel doing this anymore
So hey, Andy, let's turn dirty old men Close the bar every night at the Glen Rock Inn Talk about our grandkids as we our gray beards Funny we're still doing car after all of these years
Now I there are bicycles waiting to ride But I could swear I voices 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 stretcher if I get carried What the fuck was it for What the was it for anyway?