| Flogging Molly--Float | |
| Drank away the rest of the day, | |
| Wonder what my liver'd say, | |
| Drink, that's all you can. | |
| Blackened days with their bigger gales, | |
| Blow in your parlor to discuss the day, | |
| Listen, that's all you can. | |
| Ah but don't, no don't sink the boat, | |
| That you need, you built to keep afloat, | |
| Ah no don't, no don't sink the boat, | |
| That you built... | |
| Sick and tired of what you say | |
| no one listens anyway | |
| sing... that's all you can. | |
| Rambling years of lousy luck, | |
| ya miss the smell of burning turf, | |
| Dream, that's all you can. | |
| Ah but don't, no don't sink the boat, | |
| That you Built, you built to keep afloat, | |
| Ah no don't, no don't sink the boat, | |
| That you built... that you built to keep afloat. | |
| Singled out for who you are, | |
| Takes all types to judge a man, | |
| Feel, that's all you can. | |
| Fill your suits with biggot ears, | |
| Hide behind their their own worst fears, | |
| Live, that's all you can. | |
| It's all you can | |
| It's all you can... do. | |
| No matter where I put my head, | |
| I wake up feeling sound again, | |
| Breathe, that's all you can. | |
| Tomorrow smells of a lester cade, | |
| Reach the bowls but glooming frame, | |
| Be thankful, that's all we can. | |
| Ah but don't, don't sink the boat, | |
| That you built, you built to keep afloat, | |
| Ah no don't, no don't sink the boat, | |
| That you built... you built to keep afloat. | |
| Ah no don't, no don't sink the boat, | |
| That you built, you built to keep afloat, | |
| A ripe old age, | |
| A ripe old age, | |
| I'm a ripe old age, | |
| That's what I am. | |
| I'm a ripe old age, | |
| A ripe old age, | |
| A ripe old age, | |
| Just doing the best I can | |
| A ripe old age, | |
| A ripe old age, | |
| A ripe old age, | |
| Thats what I am. | |
| A ripe old age, | |
| A ripe old age, | |
| A ripe old age, | |
| Just doing the best I can | |
| Hey | |
| The best I can | |
| share with you~~ |