The sadness in our lives,
my friend, will slowly fade away
But until time works its magic,
we must struggle through the day.
How long must be transient,
From sorrow, how long must we flee?
And the dawn may bring its demons,
it may blind us with its truth
As we vomit last night's fun to find
Clinging on to toilet seats and
Can you hear the creak of my weak knee?
But let's not be too hard on us,
Which may be gone tomorrow,
so let's stop being coy -
I know outside you're greying but
inside you're still a boy
And you have a brother in me.
So raise a glass to friendship,
don't forget to bring the pills;
We've drank and fought and
f***ed our way up many lovelorn hills
On our quest for ever deeper
love and ever cheaper thrills.
Is this how it feels to be free?
