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