The amber of the fire, is starting to fade
But it's now that I'm at my best
Give the angel on my shoulder a break for the night
‘Cuz the devil ain't getting no rest
I've got thousands of stories, you've heard them before
Yet I'll tell them again and again
Come on, pull up a stool, now, and buy me a drink
And please think of me as a friend
We live for the weekend, each city's the same
There's a bar on the corner where they won't know your name
There's plenty of drink, they've been saving your chair
It's our second home, we ain't goin nowhere
It's the end of the night, but we ain't goin' home
It's the end of the night, but we ain't goin' home
It's the end of the night, but we ain't goin' home
This life, it ain't easy, still we've managed to win
There's times we've been knocked down, yeah we land with our chin
We're generous guys with our hearts on our sleeves
Misunderstood, though the boss disagrees
We can't catch a break, wrote the book on bad luck
We'd hold down the shop if it didn't all suck
It's the end of the night, but we ain't goin' home
It's the end of the night, but we ain't goin' home
It's the end of the night, but we ain't goin' home
The bartender's spoken, and he's made it clear:
If you ain't goin home, then you ain't stayin here
You can't shut us off and you won't turn us down
There's plenty of joints who'll be grateful to have us around
It's the end of the night, but we ain't goin' home
It's the end of the night, but we ain't goin' home
It's the end of the night, but we ain't goin' home
You've beaten me black, and you've beaten me blue
The scars are well-worn on my face
I have packed up the bags, and I've sulked off in shame
For one last walk of disgrace
It's the end of the night, but we ain't goin' home
It's the end of the night, but we ain't goin' home
It's the end of the night, but we ain't goin' home
(I gotta go to work!)
Writer(s): Alexander Barr, James Lynch, Mathew Kelly, Kenneth Casey, Timothy Brennan, Jeff Darosa
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