Last Chance

Well I hate this city for being such a weapon Taunting its cheap thrills as distraction time But pour me a drink, let’s talk of heaven Of jack and rye Let’s hear stories of people struggling forever Turning to run to forget those endeavors gone awry The story is dear because the story is... The story is mine... And it seems such a waste of time To be drinking while my mother is tired And my father’s sulking into his chair They’ve had enough of my share Of promising it’s the last timе Of thinking I won’t fail if I try Last chance we make it out thеre Last chance we get out there And all these times We’ve been pounded by the pressure They’ve been around And they never wanna let ya inside They just wanna talk about the weather They just wanna buy The same song, same sound So now who’s gonna get ya? It’s your end in this town Or the end of a century coming round You just wanna scream about your instincts You just wanna hide And it seems such a waste of time To be drinking while my mother is tired And my father’s sulking into his chair They’ve had enough of my share Of promising it’s the last time Of thinking I won’t fail if I try Last chance we make it out there Last chance we get out there Last chance we get out there Last chance we get out there Last chance we make it out there... And it seems such a waste of time To be drinking while my mother is tired And my father’s sulking into his chair They’ve had enough of my share Of promising it’s the last time Of drinking ’til a candy sunrise Last chance we make it out there Last chance we get out there Last chance we get out there Last chance we make it out there...