This whiskey sour, amateur hour
Raise your glass and toast your friends
Some day we will fight again, well
Your enemies, your tragedies
Pocket knifes and rusty chains
Where in the hell is the old gang, yeah?
And all the losers
Can not even win for losing
And the beginners
Do not even know what song they're singing
[X2]
Well there's no one left around
And you're the last gang in town
And your heart can not even break
When it does not even pound
This broken scene is turning green
Brass knuckles left in the rain
Death wish kids among the living
I want to ride on the divided
Anything but the mainstream
Where the F*** is your old gang, man?
[X2]
Well there's no one left around
And you're the last gang in town
And your heart can not even break
When it does not even pound
So long
Did not even say goodnight
So long
There's nowhere to go
When you're hiding in plain sight
[X3]
Well there's no one left around
And you're the last gang in town
And your heart can not even break
When it does not even pound
