Yr Damned Ol’ Dad

We're going out tonight my son
So bring your flask and bring your cross and bring you gun
I've been borrowing lots of cash, so you won't be needing none
Just wear your good shoes, cause we're going out my son

I got a car loaded up with gas and parked right outside
I got a city map and a mission in my mind
I just need someone riding with me, a brother to my right
To keep me company in that big old car outside

Cause I don't wanna think about the world right now
I wanna drive from bar to bar and wash the taste clean out
I wanna feel the way I felt when we were kids messin' around
Before I thought about the world like I do now

But don't go feelin' all stuck and shamed for your damned ol' dad
Cause I've seen troubles that could kill ten stronger men
It's just that all this weight from la-la-livin's been catching fire in my hands
Well, fuck this town son. I wanna make 'em crawl again

Tell your lady not to leave on that light
Tell her not to sit up worryin' all goddamn night
But if she's awake when you crawl home, you just shut your mouth and smile nice
Tell her, "Baby, I'm tired. Can't we please turn off those lights?"
You say, "Baby, I'm tired and I just wanna shut off all those lights."