Rusty James

This whiskey sour amateur hour
Raise your glass and toast your friends
Someday we will fight again
Your enemies, your tragedies
Pocketknifes and rusty chains
Where the hell is the old gang at?

And all the losers can't even win for losing
And the beginners don't even know
What song they're singing

There’s no one left around
You're the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break
When it doesn't even pound

This broken scene is turning green
Like brass knuckles left in the rain
And death wish kids among the living
I wanna ride
On the divided
Anything but the mainstream
Where the fuck is your old gang, man?

So long! You didn't even say goodnight
So long! There's nowhere to go
When you're hiding in plain sight