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