I'm sorry, mama, but I've been drinking Me and the old man got us a head start on the And rest assured tonight I'm going to be in basement with all my friends Provided we can get, get our lazy asses to Bottle King by ten
And the walk home is going to be a real I'll be picking up half-smoked cigarette all up and down Rock Road And then throw up in the warm glow of the light But I'm going to put the inside 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 you can't live with, save it for another day Alright, save it for day
I'm sorry, Mama, expect a call from the neighbors All of my asshole buddies are coming over and they're feeling a little too I'm and tired of everyone in this town 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 without a moment of fun for the of my life I can read a good 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 good times, here's to the home the good times goodbye Oh yeah, kiss the times goodbye"
I a timeout I need an escape from Or else I need darkness and death I an exit strategy
in North Caroline I could have a productive member of society But these New Jersey cigarettes and all require of me Have made a fucking out of me
So me a Guinness Give me a Light me a kegger on a Friday night Give me anything but another in exile
I need a whiskey, I need a whiskey, I need a right now I need a whiskey, I need a God know how many times I've said this But I really feel like doing this anymore
So hey, Andy, let's turn into 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 these
Now I know there are waiting to ride But I could I heard 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?" dreams are lying in the still of the grave What the were they for anyway?
So let it be on a if I get carried away the fuck was it for anyway? What the fuck was it for