text: This whiskeys sour, amateur hour
  Raise your glass and toast your friends
  Someday, we will fight again, well
  Your enemies, your tragedies
  Pocket knives and rusty chains
  Where the hell is the old gang at?
  And all the losers
  Cant even win for losing
  And the beginners
  Dont even know what song theyre singing
  Well, theres no one left around
  And youre the last gang in town
  And your heart cant even break 
  When it doesnt even pound
  Well, theres no one left around
  And youre the last gang in town
  And your heart cant even break 
  When it doesnt even pound, alright!
  This broken scene is turning green
  And brass knuckles left in the rain
  Death wish kids among the living
  I wanna ride on the divided
  Anything but the mainstream
  Where the fuck is your old gang, man?
  And all the losers
  Cant even win for losing
  And the beginners
  Dont even know what song theyre singing
  Well, theres no one left around
  And youre the last gang in town
  And your heart cant even break 
  When it doesnt even pound
  Well, theres no one left around
  And youre the last gang in town
  And your heart cant even break 
  When it doesnt even pound
  So long
  You didnt even say a goodnight
  So long
  Theres nowhere to go when youre hiding in plain sight!
  Well, theres no one left around
  And youre the last gang in town
  And your heart cant even break 
  When it doesnt even pound
  Well, theres no one left around
  And youre the last gang in town
  And your heart cant even break 
  When it doesnt even pound
  Well, theres no one left around
  And youre the last gang in town
  And your heart cant even break 
  When it doesnt even pound
  Well, theres no one left around
  And youre the last gang in town
  And your heart cant even break 
  When it doesnt even pound