Theme From "cheers" Lyrics - Monitor - Titus Andronicus

I'm sorry, mama, but I've been drinking again 

Me and the old man got us a head start on the weekend 

And rest assured tonight I'm going to be in Kevin's basement with all my friends 

Provided we can get, get our lazy asses down to Bottle King by ten 

And the walk home is going to be a real shit-show 

I'll be picking up half-smoked cigarette butts all up and down Rock Road 

And then throw up in the warm glow of the traffic light 

But I'm going to put the devil inside me to sleep if it takes all night 

So let's get fucked up 

And let's pretend we're all okay 

And if you've got something that you can't live with, save it for another day 

Alright, save it for another day 

I'm sorry, Mama, expect a call from the neighbors tonight 

All of my asshole buddies are coming over and they're feeling a little too alright 

I'm sick and tired of everyone in this town being so goddamn uptight 

But don't you worry, I'll do all the talking when they turn on the flashing lights 

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When I'm an old man I can be the quiet type 

And I can go without a moment of fun for the rest of my life 

I can read a good book and I can be in bed by ten 

And I can get up early, go to work and come home, and start it all over again 

But while we're young, boys, everybody raise your glasses high 

Singing, "Here's to the good times, here's to the home team 

Kiss the good times goodbye 

Oh yeah, kiss the good times goodbye" 

I need a timeout 

I need an escape from reality 

Or else I need eternal darkness and death 

I need an exit strategy 

Down in North Carolina 

I could have been a productive member of society 

But these New Jersey cigarettes and all they require 

Have made a fucking junkie out of me 

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So give me a Guinness 

Give me a Keystone Light 

Give me a kegger on a Friday night 

Give me anything but another year in exile 

I need a whiskey, I need a whiskey, I need a whiskey right now 

I need a whiskey, I need a whiskey 

God know how many times I've said this before 

But I really don't feel like doing this anymore 

So hey, Andy, let's turn into dirty old men 

Close down the bar every night at the Glen Rock Inn 

Talk about our grandkids as we stroke our gray beards 

Funny we're still doing car bombs after all of these years 

Now I know there are bicycles waiting to ride 

But I could swear I heard voices from the other side 

Saying, "Wait until you see the whites of their eyes" 

And now that I'm older, I look back and say 

"What the fuck was it for anyway?" 

Those dreams are lying in the still of the grave 

What the fuck were they for anyway? 

So let it be on a stretcher if I get carried away 

What the fuck was it for anyway? 

What the fuck was it for anyway?