The amber, the fire is starting to fade, but it's now
that I make my best.
Give the angel of my shoulder a bright for the night,
'cause the devil ain't getting no rest.
I've got thousands of stories, you've heard them
before, yet I tell them again and again.
Come on put 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 don't know your
name.
There's plenty of drinks, they've been savin' your
chair.
It's our second home, we ain't goin' nowhere.
It's the end, end of the night.
But we ain't goin' home.
[x3]
This life it ain't easy, still we manage to win.
There's times to be knocked down, yeah we live with our
chin.
We are generous guys with our hearts on the sleeves,
Misunderstood though, the bars disagrees.
We can't catch a break, wrote the book on bad luck.
We hold down their jobs if they did all suck
It's the end, end of the night.
But we ain't goin' home.
[x3]
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 jugs so be grateful to have us
around.
It's the end, end of the night.
But we ain't goin' home.
[x3]
Well you've been beaten me black and you've beaten me
blue, the scars are well worn on my face.
I've packed up the bags and I've soaked off in shame,
for one last walk at these streets.
It's the end, end of the night.
But we ain't goin' home.
[x3]