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Dropkick Murphys - Going Out in Style lyrics

I've seen a lot of sights
And traveled many miles
Shook a thousand hands
And seen my share of smiles
I've caused some great concern
And told one too many lies
And now I see the world
Through these sad, old, jaded eyes

So what if I threw a party
And all my friends were there?
Acquaintances, relatives,
The girls who never cared
You'll have a host of rowdy hooligans
In a big line out the door
Side by side with Sister Barbara,
Chief Wells and Bobby 'Orr

I'd invite the Flannigans
Replace the window you smashed out
I'd apologize the Sluggo
For pissing on his couch
I'll see Mrs. Mcauliffe
And so many others soon
Then I'll say I'm sorry for what
I did sleepwalking in her room

So what if I threw a party
And invited Mayor Menino?
He'd tell you to get a permit
Well this time Tom I don't think so
It's a neighborhood reunion
But now we'd get along
Van Morrison would be there
And he'd sing me one last song

With a backup band of bass players
To keep us up all night
Three handsome four string troubadours
And Newton's own Fat Mike
I'll be in the can having a smoke
With Garv and Johnny Fitz
But there's a back up in the bathroom
Cause the Badger's got the shits!

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You may bury me with an enemy
In Mount Calvary
You can stack me on a pyre
And soak me down with whiskey
Roast me to a blackened crisp
And throw me in a pile
I could really give a shit —
I'm going out in style
You can take my urn to Fenway
Spread my ashes all about
Or you can bring me down to Wolly Beach
And dump the sucker out
Burn me to a rotten crisp
And toast me for a while
I could really give a shit —
I'm going out in style!

Make me up dress me up
Feed me a big old shot
Of embalming fluid highballs
So I don't start to rot
Now take me to Mcgreevy's
I wanna buy one final round
That cheap prick would peel an orange in his pocket
Then hurry up and suck 'em down

If there's a god the girls you loved
Will all come walking through the door
Maybe they'll feeld bad for me
And this stiff will finally score
You've got the bed already
And the nerve and courage too
Cause I've be slugging
From a stash of Desi Queally's
1980s bathtub brew

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