Irish Whiskey

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 us 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 '

Cause I wimped out on myself, take it out on my friends and family '

Cause they don't appreciate

I sacrificed my dreams

But instead

I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest

I'm a drunk and a sentimental man, so -

Dust us off a bottle of your best

Irish whiskey and drink with me

To departed friends, to departed friends...

Departed! [Soul Caddy version: Friends don't need one ounce of style Friends lose teeth but not their smile Friends call just to say hello Friends hold on and don't let go]

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

But instead

I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest

I'm a drunk and a sentimental man, so -

Dust us off a bottle of your best

Irish whiskey and drink with me

To departed friends, to departed friends...