I've taken time to think and I Don't think it's fair for us to Turn around and say goodbye Finally found the words to say But I can't tell you If you turn around and run away, run away Did you get my message, did it send I have this feeling when I

My roots, my roots Run deep into the hollow I'm stronger than I ever knew I'm strong because of you I bite down a little harder My blades a little sharper Strike back a little harder I scream a little louder I hit back a little louder

To show you all something someday Just a face in the crowd To the wind you’re a toy Just a drunk Irish boy I’ll be back around Well, I danced in the arms of a black haired girl In Scollay Square after the war And I drank to get drunk, and sank and I

My night runs into morning, all the time And through my phone I'm scrolling, bang my line Off that drank it's hard to focus (focus) We can make arrangements though And if you down, down, who knows, uh I might just do you like we lovin', yeah Or make you

We were running with the night Playing in the shadows Just you and I, till the morning light (We were running, running with the night) oh The heart of the city street was beating Light from the neons turned the dark to day We were too hot to think of

The homewrecker with a heart of gold This story's getting old Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind Keep this alive Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind now-ow-ow-ow And haven't you heard The word on the street is "I lost it, called it quits"

Don't, give a damn Fight, while you can Kill, shoot em up They'll run amuck Shout, Judas Loud, they'll hear us Soldier, sailor They'll run for cover when they discover Everyone's a nervous wreck now

Blowing money fast, blowing money fast Fuck being humble, fuck being humble Tell 'em that I'm strapped, I don't wanna rumble Running through the bag, running through the bag When you came from nothing, fuck being humble These niggas don't want it with

Diggin' my grave Diggin' my, diggin' my, diggin' my You've been up all night You've been out all night So keep on runnin' 'round Ain't no need to hurry back 'Cause I'll be gone from here You'll be all dressed up in black Six feet under, baby, that's

Oh, pour me a slug of it Throw me a mug of it Bring me a jug of that Famous Ol' Spiced Many a year I have worked in these parts Running this inn that ain't marked on no charts Though its location to many is known If you're to find it you have to be shown