As they thank the Lord the blind can't see Like a plague fed to the brain deadly disease I'd run away tonight with my mind still intact You gotta make it alright And we're at it again, I turn around another fucking war, man I don't know where to begin,

I drink to that, yeah yeah Don't let the bastards get ya down Turn it around with another round There's a party at the bar Cheers to the freakin' weekend Yeah yeah yeah Oh let the Jameson sink in Everybody putcha glasses up and I drink to that (yeah yeah

When you fall for the wrong one I just wanna know You know how it goes I love you, I hate you It ain't cool, it's fucked up Crazy how two people fall in love with each other Just to turn around and hurt one another It's fucked up 'Cause you know how it