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Irish Whiskey Lyrics
Caught in a revolving door and my lungs are suffocating.
Working hard is my reward and my job is so frustrating.
I'm a martyr to myself and a hero to my family. I can feel a breaking point, a longing to be free
But instead I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest. I'm a drunk and a sentimental man
So dust off a bottle of your best Irish whiskey and drink with me to departed friends, To departed friends
In the middle of the night I wake up, my heart is pounding
I expected more from life than a house and TV watching
Cuz I wimped out on myself, take it out on my friends and family
Cuz they don't appreciate I sacrificed my dreams
Hey there guys I'm not the enemy it's just shared frustration that makes us fight
It's a long way to drive to not make any money, merry Christmas, at least we gotta try
Working hard is my reward and my job is so frustrating.
I'm a martyr to myself and a hero to my family. I can feel a breaking point, a longing to be free
But instead I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest. I'm a drunk and a sentimental man
So dust off a bottle of your best Irish whiskey and drink with me to departed friends, To departed friends
In the middle of the night I wake up, my heart is pounding
I expected more from life than a house and TV watching
Cuz I wimped out on myself, take it out on my friends and family
Cuz they don't appreciate I sacrificed my dreams
Hey there guys I'm not the enemy it's just shared frustration that makes us fight
It's a long way to drive to not make any money, merry Christmas, at least we gotta try
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Submitted by
joker4mentor On Mar 24, 2005
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Nobody's commented on this song?! This is CPD's finest song, THE anthem for sad drunks everywhere. It's a sad song, yes, but I'll be damned if you can't toast a drink to it.
It's about the average hard working family man who lives to provide for his family (I'm a martyr to myself and a hero to my family). He once had dreams of what he hoped he would become in life but now his only source of happiness is the whiskey he drinks along with others who share the same fate as him as they drink to those who found the sweet escape of death (departed friends). Frustration builds up in his household probably because they are poor regardless of how hard he works (shared frustration that makes us fight).