Irish Exit

I'm an irish exit when the shots kick in

And I get as full of shit as I am of Gin

And it's hard to know the city with the state I'm in

I just roll roll roll

Send me up a river with a change of clothes

It's hard to keep afloat when everybody knows

More than I do 'bout the stories or the way they go

And go and they go and they go...

Mangled like a fighter with a broken crutch

One of these days it's gonna hurt too much

I guess it's hard to put down what's so easy to pick up

So can you pick me up

Can you pick me up

Don't be alarmed and don't be afraid

I'm leaving this party in the mess I've made

I ain't gonna feel a damn bit of shame

When I walk out the door

I don't trust spiders and I hate snakes

But the one thing that makes my lip fuckin shake

Is talking bout nothing for somebody else's sake

What a bore

I can't take this party no more

October '97 that's the time I shoulda known

When you walked across the parking lot with high tops,

a wife beater, and skinny jeans on

I had a mind like a bat, and baby you were the ball

It was on on on

But sooner than later there's a foot in my mouth

That tastes just like the whiskey that my body threw out

I'll say some stupid shit, something I will regret

You'll slap me across the head

That's when I probably shoulda left

Don't be alarmed and don't be afraid

I'm leaving this party in the mess I've made

I ain't gonna feel a damn bit of shame

When I walk out the door

I don't like spiders and I hate snakes

But the one thing that makes my lip fuckin shake

Is talking bout nothing for somebody else's sake

What a bore

Can't take this party no more

Don't be alarmed and don't be afraid

I'm leaving this party in the mess I've made

I ain't gonna feel a damn bit of shame

When I walk out that door

I don't like spiders and I hate snakes

But the one thing that makes my lip fuckin shake

Is talking bout something for somebody else's sake

What a bore

Yeah pull that car around boys..

God, it's already 4...