CALL IT A NIGHT

IT’LL BE A LATE ONE HONEY

DON’T YOU WAIT UP FOR ME

I’LL BE UP WRITING SORROWS

ABOUT OLE TIMES AND MEMORIES

LATE NIGHTS ARE COLD THIS WINTER

MICKEYS AND CIGARETTES

ALWAYS HELPS ME TO REMEMBER

THINGS I WISH I COULD FORGET

JUST CLOSE THE DOOR,

TURN OFF THE LIGHT

GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD

GET OUT OF YOUR MIND

AND DON’T YOU KNOW

THERE SITS A BOTTLE LAUGHING SAYING

I TOLD YA SO

GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD

LET’S CALL IT NIGHT

JUST TAKE A BREATH CLOSE YOUR EYES

EVERY NOW AND THEN YOU JUST NEED TO TAKE SOME TIME

AND DON’T YOU KNOW

THAT’S THERE’S FIVE THOUSAND OTHER DEMONS

SCREAMING

GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD

LET’S CALL IT A NIGHT

I MIGHT BE GOOD FOR NOTHING

BUT DARLIN,

NOTHINGS STILL SOMETHING

GET FUCKED

GET DRUNK

STAY PISSED

LEATHERS AND RIPPED UP JEANS

JUST CLOSE THE DOOR,

TURN OFF THE LIGHT

GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD GET OUT OF YOUR MIND

DON’T YOU KNOW

THERE SITS A BOTTLE LAUGHING

SCREAMING

GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD

LET’S CALL IT NIGHT

MAYBE IT’S TO LATE NOW HONEY

I CAN'T STAND UP OR SEE

NEVER THINKING OF TOMORROW

LATE NIGHTS GET THE BEST OF ME

COLD NIGHTS WENT LATE THIS WINTER

PUNK ROCK AND CIGARETTES

ALWAYS HELPED ME REMEMBER

LIVE YOUR LIFE AND FUCK THE REST

JUST LIVE YOUR LIFE

FUCK THE REST

GET OUT OF YOUR HEAD

LET’S CALL IT NIGHT

HEAD TO THE BRIDGE

NOWHERE ELSE TO GO

Oi Oi

IT’S A FINE LINE AND I WALK IT THIN

FILTH AND FURY ALWAYS RUNNIN THROUGH THE SKIN

MALT LIQUER, PUKING, LIVING FOR THE SPINS

MAYBE ONE DAY YOU’LL TRY TO FIT IN

IT’S BEEN A ROUGH LIFE

GET LOST IN THE DAY

TRYING SO HARD, BUT YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO CHANGE YOUR WAYS

CAUSE IT’S FUCK YOU AND THAT’S WHAT IT MEANS

FUCK YOU, FUCK THEM, YOU FUCKED IT ALL UP

AND I DON’T KNOW WHERE I’M GOING

AND I REALLY DON’T FUCKING CARE

SOME SAY YOU’RE LIVING FOR THE WEEKEND

MAYBE WE JUST DRINK TOO MUCH

THIS WHOLE WORLD SEEMS SO FAR IN THE DISTANCE

GRAB SOME MICKEY’S FORTIES, LET’S HEAD TO THE BRIDGE

SOME SAY WE’RE FALLING OFF THE DEEP END

SOME CALL IT STUCK IN A RUT

DERELICT WHO CANNOT RESIST THIS

GRAB SOME MICKEY’S FORTIES, LET’S HEAD TO THE BRIDGE

NOWHERE ELSE TO GO

Oi Oi

AND I DON’T KNOW WHERE I’M GOING

AND I REALLY DON’T FUCKING CARE

SOME SAY YOU’RE LIVING FOR THE WEEKEND

MAYBE WE JUST DRINK TOO MUCH

THIS WHOLE WORLD SEEMS SO FAR IN THE DISTANCE

GRAB SOME MICKEY’S FORTIES, LET’S HEAD TO THE BRIDGE

SOME SAY WE’RE FALLING OFF THE DEEP END

SOME CALL IT STUCK IN A RUT

DERELICT WHO CANNOT RESIST THIS

GRAB SOME MICKEY’S FORTIES, LET’S HEAD TO THE BRIDGE


BOTTOM LINE IS I’LL NEVER WIN

THE FILTH AND FURY WILL PROBABLY DO ME IN

AND IT’S FUCK YOU RIGHT UP TO THE END

THERE WILL NEVER BE A DAY THAT I FIT IN