Gather Up The Boys Lyrics

Gather up the Boys

Whole line of flights come through the door

Meanest looking mugs at the liquor store

At the parties

At the shows

All night long till we hit the floor

It's eight o clock

Gather up the boys

We've got somewhere to be

So make some noise

Some hate our guts

Others want us dead

But who gives a damn

I've got my friends

Strolling through the alley with a 40 and a grin

Eyes full of anger, brain full of sin

Not worth a damn and don't give a fuck

Life is hard and full of shit luck

Tired of complaining and shifting the blame

Lose your teeth if I hear my name

On the streets

At the shows

Were all fucked up and

Everybody knows

It's eight o clock

Gather up the boys

We've got somewhere to be

So make some noise

Some hate our guts

Others want us dead

But who gives a damn

I've got my friends