I'm an irish exit when the shots kick in
And I get as full of s*** 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 d*** 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 f***** 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 s***, 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 d*** 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 f***** 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 d*** 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 f***** shake
Is talking bout something for somebody else's sake
What a bore
Yeah pull that car around boys
God, it's already 4
And I get as full of s*** 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 d*** 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 f***** 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 s***, 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 d*** 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 f***** 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 d*** 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 f***** shake
Is talking bout something for somebody else's sake
What a bore
Yeah pull that car around boys
God, it's already 4