Carry On

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