Woorden: Dropkick Murphys. Blackout. This Is Your Life.

It's another November evening


You mete out your aggressions
As you remember your way home

On what's left of your blackened soul

You've come to this conclusion


As you're dragged from another bloody fight


You've reached the age where you've decided
That you've lived out your whole life


Another busted knuckle,taken down by a kick to the balls

You've wasting time, wasting time as life's shadow grows so tall

It's another busted knuckle, it's a fight you'll never win


And now you bow your head in shame, for a sin no one forgives


[Chorus]


Fight, fight, you'll never win
Tonight i'll start again


Fight, fight, you'll never win

How will I make amends


This is our life, this is our time
This is my life, don't waste my time.


Your wife can't understand you

And you've alienated your oldest friends



Breaking back and fingers to the bone
Burning candles at both ends

Tired of this petty life you lead



A series of dull events
A two-bit, half-assed effigy


Of someone else's dread