Carry On
To you Devils born of whiskey,
To you angels left to watch
Well the genie left the bottle,
And tonight he's pouring scotch
He'll grant a wish for a few dollars,
A few for a few more,
You won't wish alone
To you cynics born of romance,
Hiding from your gods,
Wearing talismans of past sins,
Trying to navigate the fog,
Just follow pieces of your broken hearts
To these busted barstools,
I'll take you home
Carry on, carry on, carry on...
From the top of the bottle,
Till the end of the song,
If you don't have the words,
You don't have to sing along,
Just carry on.
To you Caesar's of the days
Who fill a stein each night,
To you Philistines who ponder
If this whiskey's worth the fight?
But, “Whatever doesn't kill you…”
Were Neitze’s last words
On his way to fly
To you Kerouacs and travelers
Sipping pints of wanderlust,
To the last of you Mohicans
Wearing studs now wearing rust,
Let's raise a glass up, in remembrance
Of our 'Death or Glory' days, and
Sal Paradise
So Carry on, Carry on, Carry on
We'll turn up the volume
Once the fat lady's gone
She'll sing her tired tune,
Then we'll sing a few more songs
Just carry on.
Leave the graveyards to the sailors,
Leave the heavens to the saints,
Leave the haunting to the ghosts of all the ones that got away,
And all you Caulfield’s still beholden
To the rye fields and the fakes,
Please Carry on…
Lyrics Submitted by Charles Everson Crowe
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