Beschreibung und Texte
I got too drunk at your wedding and my voice got loud and I said some
creepy things and I staggered around and even though your best man
had to kick me out it was a pretty good time either way. It seems a
fight broke out and an old man was yelling, cuz no one was buying all
the bullshit he was selling and he threw all his keepsakes on the
ground and walked away, cursing hard to bring back yesterday
And the dying aint gonna stop just because you walk away. And you
can cry for everything that youve lost but you aint never gonna bring
back these days.
I hate the Mondays and the Fridays cuz they always define the
endless march of pushing ruthlessly to the light. Well, if Im gonna be
dying then Im gonna get high and scream until Im not feeling the pain.
Lets burn a bridge for the fuck of it and kill this night with
some beers down at the pits, with whiskey lips and well try to
love for the moment and forget for the night that life doesnt
usually feel great.
Where we gonna go now that everythings shut down? I cant
go home, so where do you wanna go now? Lets bring it back
around to where everybodys singin that the dying aint gonna
stop just because you walk away. And you can cry for
everything that youve lost but you aint never gonna bring
back these days. You aint never gonna bring back these days.