This whiskey sour, amateur hour
Raise your glass and toast your friends
Some day we will fight again, well
Your enemies, your tragedies
Pocket knifes and rusty chains
Where in the hell is the old gang, yeah?And all the losers
Can't even win for losing
And the beginners
Don't even know what song they're singingWell there's no one left around
And you're the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break
When it doesn't even poundWell there's no one left around
And you're the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break
When it doesn't even poundThis broken scene is turning green
Brass knuckles left in the rain
Death wish kids among the living
I want to ride on the divided
Anything but the mainstream
Where the fuck is your old gang, man?Well there's no one left around
And you're the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break
When it doesn't even poundWell there's no one left around
And you're the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break
When it doesn't even poundSo long
Didn't even say goodnight
So long
There's nowhere to go
When you're hiding in plain sightWell there's no one left around
And you're the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break
When it doesn't even poundWell there's no one left around
And you're the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break
When it doesn't even poundWell there's no one left around
And you're the last gang in town
And your heart can't even break
When it doesn't even pound
Songwriters
ARMSTRONG, BILLIE JOE/PRITCHARD, MIKE RYAN/WRIGHT III, FRANK EDWINPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.