Well your liver's in disgrace, and heaven's in your face, turn to, turn to
When you're down to fucking walking, your hands are in your pocket, turn to, turn to
And your life is empty and black
For all those little things you lack!
The only way to find was go into your mind, turn to, turn to
And can't be somebody else, now tell about yourself, turn to, turn to
But the truth is standing here like a knife
You only got one shot at this life!
Gotta find a reason, gotta find a way
Coming from the dark side, begging me to stray
Real irish whiskey's coming out to play
Oh no, and so it's juice, and it's not you!
And the one's you've left behind, end up tired, end up blind, turn to, turn to
Well, they're living on the street, with their shadows on their feet, turn to, turn to
Ah they drink, and they screw, and they fight
And they sleep on the city streets at night!
Gotta find a reason, gotta find a way
Coming from the dark side, begging me to stray
Real irish whiskey's coming out to play
Oh no, and so it's juice, and it's not you!
In a cold winter haze spent 17 days getting drunk at the drake motel
The light is glowing softly now, I'll see you down in hell
Never one for restrain, was never a saint, and you're nothing but a ghost in a shell
The light is glowing softly now, I'll see you down in hell!
Ah you fade like ashed in a night
And you're gone before the morning light!
Gotta find a reason, gotta find a way
Coming from the dark side, begging me to stray
Real irish whiskey's coming out to play
Oh no, and so it's juice, and it's not you