Well you're living in disgrace now
And heaven's in your face
Turn to, turn to
When it's time to fucking walk and
Your hands are in your pocket
To, turn to
And your life is empty and black
For all those little things you lack
The only way to find
Was go into your mind
Turn to, turn to
It's been somebody else
Now tell about yourself
Turn to, turn to
But the truth hangs
Standing here like a knife
You only get
One-shot at this life
Gotta find a reason
Gotta find a way
Coming from the dockside
Begging me to stray
Real Irish whiskey's coming out to play
Oh no
And so I choose
And it's not you
And the ones you've left behind
End up tired, end up blind
Turn to, turn to
Well, they're living on the streets
With their shadows at their feet
Turn to, turn to
And they drink
And they screw
And they fight
And they sleep
On the city streets
At night
Gotta find a reason
Gotta find a way
Coming from the dockside
Begging me to stray
Real Irish whiskey's coming out to play
Oh no
And so I choose
And it's not you
One, two, three, four
In a cold winter haze
Spent 17 days
Getting drunk at the Drake Motel
The light is glowing softly now
I'll see you down in hell
Never one for restraint
Was never a saint
But you're nothing
But a ghost in a shell
The light is glowing softly now
I'll see you down in hell
And you fade like ashes in the night
And you're gone before the morning light
Gotta find a reason
Gotta find a way
Coming from the dockside
Begging me to stray
Real Irish whiskey's coming out to play
Oh no
And so I choose
And it's not you