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letra de theme from 'cheers' - titus andronicus

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i’m sorry, mama, but i’ve been drinking again
me and the old man got us a head start on the weekend
and rest -ssured tonight i’m going to be in kevin’s bas-m-nt with all my friends
provided we can get, get our lazy -sses down to bottle king by ten

and the walk home is going to be a real sh-t-show
i’ll be picking up half-smoked cigarette b-tts all up and down rock road
and then throw up in the warm glow of the traffic light
but i’m going to put the devil inside me to sleep if it takes all night

so let’s get f-cked up
and let’s pretend we’re all okay
and if you’ve got something that you can’t live with, save it for another day
alright, save it for another day

i’m sorry, mama, expect a call from the neighbors tonight
all of my -sshole buddies are coming over and they’re feeling a little too alright
i’m sick and tired of everyone in this town being so godd-mn uptight
but don’t you worry, i’ll do all the talking when they turn on the flashing lights

when i’m an old man i can be the quiet type
and i can go without a moment of fun for the rest of my life
i can read a good book and i can be in bed by ten
and i can get up early, go to work and come home, and start it all over again

but while we’re young, boys, everybody raise your gl-sses high
singing, “here’s to the good times, here’s to the home team
kiss the good times goodbye
oh yeah, kiss the good times goodbye”

i need a timeout
i need an escape from reality
or else i need eternal darkness and death
i need an exit strategy

down in north caroline
i could have been a productive member of society
but these new jersey cigarettes and all they require of me
have made a f-cking junkie out of me

so give me a guinness
give me a keystone light
give me a kegger on a friday night
give me anything but another year in exile

i need a whiskey, i need a whiskey, i need a whiskey right now
i need a whiskey, i need a whiskey
god know how many times i’ve said this before
but i really don’t feel like doing this anymore

so hey, andy, let’s turn into dirty old men
close down the bar every night at the glen rock inn
talk about our grandkids as we stroke our gray beards
funny we’re still doing car bombs after all of these years

now i know there are bicycles waiting to ride
but i could swear i heard voices from the other side
saying, “wait until you see the whites of their eyes”

and now that i’m older, i look back and say
“what the f-ck was it for anyway?”
those dreams are lying in the still of the grave
what the f-ck were they for anyway?

so let it be on a stretcher if i get carried away
what the f-ck was it for anyway?
what the f-ck was it for anyway?

- titus andronicus

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