This whiskey sour, amateur hour,
Raise your glass and toast your friends,
Someday we will fight again.
Well, your enemies, your tragedies,
Pocket knives and rusty chains,
Where, the hell, is the old gang at?
And all the losers can't even win for losing,
And the beginners don't even know what song they're singing.
When there's no one left around,
And you're the last gang in town,
And your heart can't even break
When it doesn't even pound. [x2]
This broken scene is turning green,
A brass knuckles left in the rain.
Death wish kids among the living.
I wanna ride on the divided,
Anything but the mainstream.
Where, the f*ck, is your old gang man?
And all the losers, can't even win for losing,
And the beginners don't even know what song they're singing.
When there's no one left around,
And you're the last gang in town,
And your heart can't even break
When it doesn't even pound. [x2]
So long!
Didn't even say goodnight.
So long,
There's nowhere to go when you're hiding in plain sight...
When there's no one left around,
And you're the last gang in town,
And your heart can't even break
When it doesn't even pound. [x4]
