Felony friends of a fraudulent fond past
Here's to all of us may we never have to look back

We don't need a second chance
'cause our chances are low
Living in the past is like dying real slow

What's it gonna take
What ya gonna give
What's it all for

We can lie awaiting something more
Fighting for the scraps upon the floor
Reading all the writing on the wall
I'll be dammed if i can take it anymore

Say goodbye to everything that's gone - where do i get off
Nearly forty days and forty nights are gone - where do i get off
And i pour myself another cup of beer - where do i get off
While i say goodbye to everything that's gone - where do i get off

Just enough here to get us to the next ride
Jettison the the past and take me to the fontline

We can leave it all behind
Promise not to come back
Laugh until will die
Drinking to our dead past