Butch Walker - Irish Exit lyrics

I'm an irish exit when the shots kick in And I get as full of sh** as I am of Gin And it's hard to know the city with the state I'm in I just roll roll roll Send me up a river with a change of clothes It's hard to keep afloat when everybody knows More than I do 'bout the stories or the way they go And go and they go and they go... Mangled like a fighter with a broken crutch One of these days it's gonna hurt too much I guess it's hard to put down what's so easy to pick up So can you pick me up Can you pick me up Don't be alarmed and don't be afraid I'm leaving this party in the mess I've made I ain't gonna feel a damn bit of shame When I walk out the door I don't trust spiders and I hate snakes But the one thing that makes my lip f**in shake Is talking bout nothing for somebody else's sake What a bore I can't take this party no more October '97 that's the time I shoulda known When you walked across the parking lot with high tops, a wife beater, and skinny jeans on I had a mind like a bat, and baby you were the ball It was on on on But sooner than later there's a foot in my mouth That tastes just like the whiskey that my body threw out I'll say some stupid sh**, something I will regret You'll slap me across the head That's when I probably shoulda left Don't be alarmed and don't be afraid I'm leaving this party in the mess I've made I ain't gonna feel a damn bit of shame When I walk out the door I don't like spiders and I hate snakes But the one thing that makes my lip f**in shake Is talking bout nothing for somebody else's sake What a bore Can't take this party no more Don't be alarmed and don't be afraid I'm leaving this party in the mess I've made I ain't gonna feel a damn bit of shame When I walk out that door I don't like spiders and I hate snakes But the one thing that makes my lip f**in shake Is talking bout something for somebody else's sake What a bore Yeah pull that car around boys.. God, it's already 4...