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...