Going Out In Style - Dropkick Murphys

i've seen a lot of sights and traveled many miles, shook a thousand hands and seen my share of smiles, i've caused some great concern and told one too many lies, and now i see the world through these sad, old, jaded eyes, so what if i threw a party and all my friends were there?, acquaintances, relatives, the girls who never cared, you'll have a host of rowdy hooligans in a big line out the door, side by side with sister barbara, chief wells and bobby orr, i'd invite the flannigans, replace the window you smashed out, i'd apologize to sluggo for pissing on his couch, i'll see mrs. mcauliffe and so many others soon, then i'll say i'm sorry for what i did sleepwalking in her room, so what if i threw a party and invited mayor menino?, he'd tell you to get a permit, well this time tom i don't think so, it's a neighborhood reunion, but now we'd get along, van morrison would be there and he'd sang me one last song, with a backup band of bass players to keep us up all night, three handsome four string troubadours and newton's old fat mike, i'll be in the can having a smoke with garv and johnny fitz, but there's a backup in the bathroom 'cause the badger's got the shits, you may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary, you can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey, roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile, i could really give a shit - i'm going out in style, you can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about, or you can bring me down to wolly beach and dump the sucker out, burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while, i could really give a shit - i'm going out in style, make me up dress me up, feed me a big old shot, of embalming fluid highballs so i don't start to rot, now take me to mcgreevy's, i wanna buy one final round, what cheap prick would peel an orange in his pocket, then hurry up and suck 'em down, if there's a god the girls you loved will all come walking through the door, maybe they'll feel bad for me and this stiff will finally score, you've got the bed already, and nerve and courage too, cause i've been slugging from a stash of desi queally's 1980s bathtub brew, you may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary, you can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey, roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile, i could really give a shit - i'm going out in style, you can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about, or you can bring me down to wolly beach and dump the sucker out, burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while, i could really give a shit - i'm going out in style, you may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary, you can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey, roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile, i could really give a shit - i'm going out in style, you can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about, or you can bring me down to wolly beach and dump the sucker out, burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while, i could really give a shit - i'm going out in style, you may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary, you can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey, roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile, i could really give a shit - i'm going out in style, you can take my urn to fenway spread my ashes all about, or you can bring me down to wolly beach and dump the sucker out, burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while, i could really give a shit - i'm going out in style, you may bury me with an enemy in mount calvary, you can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey, roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile, i could really give a shit - i'm going out in style, spread all my ashes about, dump the sucker out, toast me for a while, i'm going out in style