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Dropkick Murphys - Going Out in Style - Climbing a Chair to Bed
Going Out in Style
01. Hang ’em High
02. Going Out in Style
03. The Hardest Mile
04. Cruel
05. Memorial Day
06. Climbing a Chair to Bed
07. Broken Hymns
08. Deeds Not Words
09. Take ’em Down
10. Sunday Hardcore Matinee
11. 1953
12. Peg o’ My Heart
13. The Irish Rover
You want something out of nothing, you want blood from a stone
To banish all your enemies and wish them safely home
Some would say insanity or crazy, better still
Cut off your nose to spite your face, for life you've lost all will
Now you've mingled with your demons and depression's your excuse
But your lack of conscious effort is a bourbon triple proof
You've expelled the for your lobby but they lurk behind the door
It's a noose of your own making and it's rotten to the core

Are you too afraid of living to make a man's mistakes?
Too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
Too sad to see the truth never knowing what it takes?
Are you too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?

You've got the barrel fever, so let's take another pass
You've cast up your accounts again and ruined your best hat
You wanna take your final breath, but know not to commit
You yearn for the great silence, so you climb the chair to bed

Are you too afraid of living to make a man's mistakes?
Too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
Too sad to see the truth never knowing what it takes?
Are you too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?

Are you too afraid of living to make a man's mistakes?
Too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?
Too sad to see the truth never knowing what it takes?
Are you too afraid of dying 'cause you fear what lies in wait?