Dropkick Murphys – Going Out In Style (Guitar)

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I've seen a lot of sights and traveled many miles

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Shook a thousand hands and seen my share of smiles

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I've caused some great concern and told one too many lies

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And now I see the world through these sad, old, jaded eyes

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So what if I threw a party and all my friends were there?

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Acquaintances, relatives, the girls who never cared

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You'll have a host of rowdy hooligans in a big line out the door

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Side by side with Sister Barbara, Chief Wells and Bobby 'Orr

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I'd invite the Flannigans

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Replace the window you smashed out

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I'd apologize the Sluggo for pissing on his couch

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I'll see Mrs. McAuliffe and so many others soon

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Then I'll say I'm sorry for what I did sleepwalking in her room

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So what if I threw a party and invited Mayor Menino?

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He'd tell you to get a permit

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Well this time Tom I don't think so

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It's a neighborhood reunion

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But now we'd get along

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Van Morrison would be there and he'd sing me one last song

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With a backup band of bass players to keep us up all night

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Three handsome four string troubadours

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And Newton's own Fat Mike

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I'll be in the can having a smoke with Garv and Johnny Fitz

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But there's a back up in the bathroom

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Cause the Badger's got the shits

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You may bury me with an enemy in Mount Calvary

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You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey

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Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile

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I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

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You can take my urn to Fenway spread my ashes all about

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Or you can bring me down to Wolly Beach

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And dump the sucker out

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Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while

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I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

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Make me up dress me up

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Feed me a big old shot

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Of embalming fluid highballs

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So I don't start to rot

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Now take me to McGreevy's

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I wanna buy one final round

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That cheap prick would peel an orange in his pocket

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Then hurry up and suck 'em down

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If there's a god the girls you loved

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Will all come walking through the door

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Maybe they'll feeld bad for me and this stiff will finally score

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You've got the bed already

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And the nerve and courage too

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Cause I've be slugging from

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A stash of Desi Queally's 1980s

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Bathtub brew

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You may bury me with an enemy in Mount Calvary

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You can stack me on a pyre and soak me down with whiskey

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Roast me to a blackened crisp and throw me in a pile

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I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style

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You can take my urn to Fenway spread my ashes all about

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Or you can bring me down to Wolly Beach

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And dump the sucker out

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Burn me to a rotten crisp and toast me for a while

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I could really give a shit - I'm going out in style