text: This whiskeys sour
  Armateur hour
  Raise your bottle, toast your friends
  Someday we shall 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
  OLE!
  This broken scene
  Is turning green
  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
  Ooh!
  So long!
  You didnt even say goodbye!
  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
  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