Drank away the rest of the day
Wonder what my liver'd say
Drink, that's all you can
Blackened days with their bigger gales
Blow in your parlor to discuss the day
Listen, that's all you can
Chorus:
Ah but don't, no don't sink the boat
That you built, you built to keep afloat.
Ah no don't, no don't sink the boat
That you built...
Sick and tired of what to say
No one listens anyway
Sing, that's all you can
Ramblin' years of lousy luck
You miss the smell of burnin' turf
Dream, that's all you can
Chorus
Singled out for who you are
Takes all types to judge a man
Feel, that's all you can
Filthy suits with bigot ears
Hide behind their own worst fears
Live, that's all you can
It's all you can
It's all you can...do
No matter where I put my head
I wake up feelin' sound again
Breath, it's all you can
Tomorrow smells of less decay
The flowers greet this bloomin' fray
Be thankful, that's all you can
Chorus
A ripe old age
A ripe old age
A ripe old age
That's what I am
A ripe old age
A ripe old age
A ripe old age
Just doin' the best I can
(2x)
Writer(s): George Schwindt, Bridget Regan, Robert Schmidt, Dennis Casey, Nathen Maxwell, David King
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