Lyrics Irish Exit - Butch Walker

Well I'm an Irish exit when the shots kick in
And I get as full of shit as I am of gin
It's hard to know the city with the state I'm in
I just 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 that 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 easy to pick up
So can you pick me up
Yeah can you pick me up tonight I said

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
Well I don't trust spiders and I hate snakes
But the one thing that makes my lip fuckin' shake is
Talking 'bout nothing for somebody else's sake what a bore
Yeah I can't take this party no more

Yeah 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, baby you were the ball
It was on
It was on
Yeah 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 shit, something I will regret
You'll slap me across the head
That's when I probably shoulda left

And now 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
And I don't like spiders and I hate snakes
But the one thing that makes my lip fuckin' shake is
Talking 'bout nothing for somebody else's sake what a bore
Yeah I can't take this party no more

Alright man

Get out

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
And I don't like spiders and I hate snakes
But the one thing that makes my lip fuckin' shake is
Talking 'bout something for somebody else's sake what a bore
Yeah pull that car around boys
God, it's already 4