It's 2am and it's last call Another night I'm closing down the bar Except for the voices in my head
Hanging with the boys Jack, Jimmy, and James They're making me feel alright tonight (alright) I'm looking for excuses, no one left to blame I'm just a drunk getting lost in the rain
They're stacking all the chairs and turning out the lights I'm headed down to Lansdowne Street and I'm looking for a fight Floating in the Charles or face down in the street
If I ever had a notion I lost it If I ever had a sober thought I tossed it I'm throwing my whole fuckin' life away
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