Irish Handcuffs

We struggle to remember
We struggle to forget
No strangers to addiction
We're just drowning the pain
Good times with good friends
Good fights with enemies
We'll struggle to remember
But we can't forget
Every week it was a party back in those days
It didn't seem to matter that we were underage
And the days go by x4
Have a shot and wash it down with another drink
It did more damage at the time than we all could see
And the days go by x4
We struggle with surrender
We struggle with regret
No strangers to opinions
Just tired of the games
Broke ties with good friends
Broke bread with enemies
We'll struggle to remember
But we can't forget
Seven days a week on tour we're out getting pissed
I need someone to fill me in on the things I missed
And the weeks go by x4
Have a shot and wash it down with another drink
On the road sometimes it's all that will help you sleep
And the weeks go by x4
Young livers dying slowly
Through reckless days
We've come to accept
But we're not dead yet
Young livers dying slowly
Through reckless days
We've come to accept
When becoming men remember this:
Some never live
Some never die
But we're all here tonight
Not as many folks around anymore to see
At least at weddings and at funerals we share a drink
And the years go by x4
Have a shot and wash it down with another drink
To tell the truth this shit is starting to make me sick
And the years go by x4