THIS WHISKEY SOUR AMATEUR HOUR RAISE YOUR GLASS AND TOAST YOUR FRIENDS SOMEDAY WE WILL FIGHT AGAIN YOUR ENEMIES YOUR TRAGEDIES POCKETKNIVES AND RUSTY CHAINS WHERE THE HELL IS OLD GANG AT? AND ALL THE LOSERS CAN'T EVEN WIN FOR LOSING AND THE BEGINNERS DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT S0NG THEY'RE SINGING THERE'S NO ONE LEFT AROUND YOU'RE THE LAST GANG IN TOWN AND YOUR HEART CAN'T EVEN BREAK WHEN IT DOESN'T EVEN POUND THIS BROKEN SCENE IS TURNING GREEN LIKE BRASS KNUCKLES LEFT IN THE RAIN AND DEATH WISH KIDS AMONG THE LIVING I WANNA RIDE ON THE DIVIDED ANYTHING BUT WE MAINSTREAM WHIER THE FUCK IS YOUR OLD GANG, MAN? SO LONG! YOU DIDN'T SAY GOODNIGHT SO LONG! THERE'S NOWHERE TO GO WHEN YOU'RE HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT