Caught in a revolving door, and my lungs are suffocating Working hard is my reward and my job is so frustrating I'm a martyr to myself and a hero to my family I can feel a breaking point, a longing to be free But instead I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest I'm a drunk and a sentimental man, so - Dust us off a bottle of your best Irish whiskey and drink with me To departed friends, to departed friends
In the middle of the night I wake up, my heart is pounding I expected more from life than a house and TV watching 'Cause I wimped out on myself, take it out on my friends and family 'Cause they don't appreciate I sacrificed my dreams
But instead I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest I'm a drunk and a sentimental man, so - Dust us off a bottle of your best Irish whiskey and drink with me To departed friends, to departed friends... Departed!
[Soul Caddy version: Friends don't need one ounce of style Friends lose teeth but not their smile Friends call just to say hello Friends hold on and don't let go]
Hey there guys, I'm not the enemy It's just shared frustration that makes us fight It's a long way to [fuckin'] drive to not make any money Merry Christmas - at least we gotta try
But instead I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest I'm a drunk and a sentimental man, so - Dust us off a bottle of your best Irish whiskey and drink with me To departed friends, to departed friends...
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