I need a timeout, I need an escape from reality
Or else I need eternal darkness and death, I need an exit strategy
Down in North Carolina, I could have been a productive member of society
But these New Jersey cigarettes and all they require have made a fucking junkie out of me
So give me a Guinness, give me a Keystone Light
Give me a kegger on a Friday night
Give me anything but another year in exile
I need a whiskey, I need a whiskey right now
God knows how many times I've said this before
But I really don't feel like doing this anymore
So hey, Andy, let's turn into dirty old men
Close down the bar every night at the Glen Rock Inn
Talk about our grandkids as we stroke our grey bears
Funny we're still doing carbombs after all of these years
And I know there are bicycles waiting to ride
But I could swear I heard voices from the other side, saying
'Wait until you see the whites of their eyes.'
And now that I'm older, I look back and say
'What the fuck was it for anyway?'
For those dreams are lying in the still of the grave -
What the fuck were they for anyway?
So let it be on a stretcher if I get carried away -
What the fuck was it for anyway?