Teksty: Flogging Molly. Float.

Drank away the rest of the day
Wonder what my liver'd say
Drink, it's all you can

Blackened days with their bigger gales
Blow in your parlor to discuss the day
Listen, it's all you can

But don't, don't sink the boat
that you need, you build to keep afloat.
No don't, don't sink the boat
that you built...

Sick and tired of what to say
Jumped away from the ball and chain
Breath, it's all you can

Rambling years of lousy luck
You miss the smell of burning turf
Dream, it's all you can

But don't, don't sink the boat
that you built, you built to keep afloat.
No don't, don't sink the boat
that you built...

Singled out for who you are
Takes all types to be a man
Feel, it's all you can

Filthy suits with bigot ears
Hide behind their own worst fears
Live, it's all you can
It's all you can
It's all you can...do.

No matter where I put my head
I wake up feeling sound again
Breath, it's all you can

Tomorrow smells of less decay
Beats the bows that bloom the fray
Be thankful, it's all you can

But don't, don't sink the boat
that you built, you built to keep alfoat.
But don't, don't sink the boat
that you built, you built to keep afloat.
But don't, don't sink the boat
that you built, you built to keep afloat.

No don't, no don't sink the boat
that you built,
we all built to keep afloat.

It's a ripe old age
It's a ripe old age
It's a ripe old age
That's what I am

A ripe old age
A ripe old age
A ripe old age

A ripe old age
A ripe old age
A ripe old age
That's what I am