"I don't have any change"
She softly said to me
I shook my head
Young lovers
Old livers
The heart she shyly drew
In the condensation of my gla** made me laugh
Young lovers
Old livers
We chase away what ails with ales all day
We chase away, we chase away
We chase away what ails with ales all day
We chase away
Young lovers
Old livers
Lit up by the neon light
She keeps looking better and better
I clear my throat
Feet shuffle
Knees quiver
Torso sways
Down goes liver
A wolf in cheap clothing
Another sheep in need of flocking
Pathetic, old bodies wildly swaying and rocking
Wildly swaying and rocking
Wildly swaying
We toast to old ghosts
Have one last laugh
We know this won't last
We know this won't last
She tastes like mustard gas and roses
I'm sure i don't taste great either
This will be the last time
I ever see her
But before she goes
We pour one more gla**
We toast to old ghosts
Have one last laugh