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