Lyrics The Wrong Company (Live) - Flogging Molly

Well, I'd like to do a little song that is sometimes our friend
Mostly our enemy
It's a song about the dear old bitch, Alcohol, there you go
You ready?

Well, I fell into prison, about a quarter to three
Where I found in my cell, a glass waiting for me
So, I filled what was empty, and I pulled up a stool
But he stood in the corner, the old devil wouldn't move

He said, "You shouldn't drink when you're alone"
"No, I drink when I want"
He said, "You'll never be sober"
"Sure, why would I want that?"

I only drink to be merry
But unfortunately...

I'm in the wrong prison cell, and the wrong company