kevin devine
yr damned ol' dad
  We're goin' out tonight my son, So bring your flask,  And bring your cross, And bring your gun And I've been borrowin' lots of cash So you won't be needin' none Just wear your good shoes 'Cause we're goin' out my son  And I got a car loaded up with gas And parked right outside I got a city map and a mission in my mind I just need someone ridin' with me Or a brother to my right To keep me company  In that big ol' car outside  'Cause I don't wanna think about the world right now I wanna go from bar-to-bar and wash the taste clean out And I wanna feel the way I felt  When we were kids messin' around Before I thought about the world I got to now  But don't go feelin' all stuck  And shamed for yr damned ol' dad 'Cause I've seen troubles  That could kill ten stronger men It's just that all this weight from la-la-livin's Been catchin' fire in my hands Well, fuck this town son,  I wanna make 'em crawl again  And you tell your lady Not to leave on that light You tell her not to sit up Worryin' all goddamn night But if she's awake when you crawl home You just shut your mouth and smile nice You say ''Baby, I'm tired.  Can we please turn off those lights?'' You say ''Baby, I'm tired. I just wanna shut off all those lights.''