Well I won’t bleed when you kick me
I won’t fail to let you down
All these years that I wasted
Self indulgence enough to drown
Oh enough to drown
Oh enough to drown
And I remember when I was
Remember when I was your age
I could have been a contender
Now remind me what is your name
Oh what is your name
Oh what is your name
So come on carry me home
Come on and carry me home
Come on and carry me home
Come on and carry me home
Come on and carry me home
And I am the life of the party
Give me a drink, I’ll give you hell
I am the life of the party
Is there a secret I’m yet to tell
Oh I’m yet to tell
Oh I’m yet to tell
So come on carry me home
Come on and carry me home
Come on and carry me home
Come on and carry me home
Come on and carry me home
And we said:
“My beer drunk soul is sadder than all the dead Christmas trees, Christmas trees in the world”
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