Long road to ruin There in your eyes Under the cold streetlights No tomorrow Running through hell Heaven can wait No dead-end in sight Maybe the season The colors change in the valley skies

I guess I'm making all the right wrong turns tonight Seat laid back running Fingers through my hair Watching miles go by Like she just don't care Looking at me with One thing on her mind Stopped and got a little gasoline at the old bean peak

Where are you now Under the sea Another dream The monsters running wild inside of me You were the shadow to my light

You're my man of war And the worms will come for you Drift all you like From ocean to ocean Search the whole world But drunken confessions And hijacked affairs Will just make you more alone

Far away over the sea In the arms of my darlin' hometown There's a river that's calling to me That river she runs all around The place that I call my hometown There's a valley on the side of the hill And flowers on an old windowsill A familiar old

Ooh, we're creatures of the night Searching in the darkness Running from the day Hiding from tomorrow Nothing left to say Victims of the moment Future deep in doubt Living in a whisper Until we start to shout

When I grow up, I want to be a forester Run through the moss on high heels That's what I'll do, throwing out a boomerang Waiting for it to come back to me When I grow up, I want to live near the sea Crab claws and bottles of rum That's what I'll have

And it feels like rain, like yesterday And the clouds roll in, the sunlight fades away again And I'm so damn sure, I'm gonna close that door You'll be the first to know When I've found what I'm looking for I want to run with the sun on my face Ride

Buckfast Powersmash! From Scotland's bonnie shores we set sail In search of alcohol, the drunkard's holy grail 'Cause a pirate's life is empty without booze The situation's dire, we've got nothing to lose To England we ride With vengeance on our minds

Oh the night that Paddy Murphy died, is a night I'll never forget As long as a bottle was passed around every man was feelin' gay O'Leary came with the bagpipes, some music for to play Some of the boys got loaded drunk, and they ain't got sober yet;