Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Theme From "Cheers" , by - Titus Andronicus. Release date: 08.03.2010
Song language: English
Theme From "Cheers" |
| I’m sorry, Mama, but I’ve been drinking again |
| Me and the old man got us a head start on the weekend |
| And rest assured, tonight I’m going to be in Kevin’s basement with all my |
| friends |
| Provided we can get, get our lazy asses down to Bottle King by ten |
| And the walk home is going to be a real shit show |
| I’ll be picking up half-smoked cigarette butts all up and down Rock Road |
| And then to throw up in the warm glow of the traffic light |
| But I’m gonna put the devil inside to sleep if it takes all night |
| So let’s get fucked up, and let’s pretend we’re all okay |
| And if you’ve got something that you can’t live with |
| Save it for another day, all right? |
| Save it for another day |
| I’m sorry, Mama, but expect a call from the neighbors tonight |
| All of my asshole buddies are coming over and they’re feeling a little too all |
| right |
| I’m sick and tired of everyone in this town being so goddamn uptight |
| But don’t you worry, I’ll do all the talking when they turn on the flashing |
| lights |
| When I’m an old man, I can be the quiet type |
| And I can go without a moment of fun for the rest of my life |
| I can read a good book, and I can be in bed by ten |
| And I can get up early, go to work and come home, and start it all over again |
| But while we’re young, boys, everybody raise your glasses high |
| Singing, 'Here's to the good times, here’s to the home team |
| Kiss the good times goodbye, oh yeah |
| Kiss the good times goodbye.' |
| 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? |