I love you, man, really do
My bloody mouth, that´s some thank you
You´re crying hard, that´s not like you
Come on, mate, I´ll see you through

Just gotta keep your head up
And the lights on
That´s all you can do
If you fuck up, I´ve got your back, son
I´ll be there for you

Thursday night, in Sleazy´s late
Ten White Russians? Fuck sake, mate
The tryhards, posers, the aloof
My bloodied mouth, your blunt force truth

Just gotta keep your head up
And the lights on
That´s all you can do
If you fuck up, I´ve got your back, son
I´ll be here for you

I know, I know

Money
Worries
Money
Bills
Dying
Money
I know, I know
Money
Worries
Bills
Money
Money
Fuck it

Just gotta keep your head up
And the lights on
That´s all you can do
If you fuck up, I´ve got your back, son

Yeah, I´ll be there for you
It could be me
It could be you
It could be me
It could be you