Dropkick Murphys - Going Out In Style

going out in style lyrics

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i’ve seen a lot of sights and traveled many miles
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shook a thousand hands and seen my share of smiles
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i’ve caused some great concern and told one too many lies
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and now i see the world through these sad , old , jaded eyes

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so what if i threw a party and all my friends were there?
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acquaintances , relatives , the girls who never cared
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you’ll have a host of rowdy hooligans in a big line out the door
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side by side with sister barbara , chief wells and bobby ’orr
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i’d invite the flannigans
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replace the window you smashed out
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i’d apologize the sluggo for pissing on his couch
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i’ll see mrs . mcauliffe and so many others soon
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then i’ll say i’m sorry for what i did sleepwalking in her room

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so what if i threw a party and invited mayor menino?
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he’d tell you to get a permit
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well this time tom i don’t think so
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it’s a neighborhood reunion
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but now we’d get along
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van morrison would be there and he’d sing me one last song
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with a backup band of bass players to keep us up all night
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three handsome four string troubadours
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and newton’s own fat mike
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i’ll be in the can having a smoke with garv and johnny fitz
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but there’s a back up in the bathroom
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cause the badger’s got the shits

chorus :
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you may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary
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you can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey
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roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile
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i could really give a shit – i’m going out in style
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you can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about
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or you can bring me down to wolly beach
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and dump the sucker out
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burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while
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i could really give a shit – i’m going out in style

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make me up dress me up
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feed me a big old shot
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of embalming fluid highballs
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so i don’t start to rot
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now take me to mcgreevy’s
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i wanna buy one final round
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that cheap prick would peel an orange in his pocket
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then hurry up and suck ’em down

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if there’s a god the girls you loved
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will all come walking through the door
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maybe they’ll feeld bad for me and this stiff will finally score
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you’ve got the bed already
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and the nerve and courage too
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cause i’ve be slugging from
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a stash of desi queally’s 1980s
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bathtub brew

repeat chorus – –

spread my ashes all about
dump the sucker out
toast me for a while
i’m going out in style