Irish Handcuffs - Smoke or Fire

We struggle to remember

We struggle to forget

No strangers to addiction

We’re just drowning the pain

Good times with good friends

Good fights with enemies

We’ll struggle to remember

But we can’t forget

Every weekend was a party back in those days

It didn’t seem to matter that we were underage

And the days go by, and the days go by

And the days go by, and the days go

Have a shot and wash it down with another drink

It did more damage at the time than we all could see

And the days go by, and the days go by

And the days go by, and the days go

We struggle with surrender

We struggle with regret

No strangers to opinions

Just tired of the games

Broke ties with good friends

Broke bread with enemies

We’ll struggle to remember

But we can’t forget

Seven days a week on tour, we’re out getting pissed

I need someone to fill me in on the things I missed

And the weeks go by, and the weeks go by

And the weeks go by, and the weeks go

Have a shot and wash it down with another drink

On the road sometimes it’s all that would help you sleep

And the weeks go by, and the weeks go by

And the weeks go by, and the weeks go

Young livers dying slowly

Through reckless days we’ve come to accept

But we’re not dead yet

Young livers dying slowly

Through reckless days we’ve come to accept

When becoming men, remember this

Some never live, some never die but we’re all here tonight

Not as many folks around anymore to see

At least at weddings and at funerals we’ll share a drink

And the years go by, and the years go by

And the years go by, and the years go

Have a shot and wash it down with another drink

To tell the truth this shit is starting to make me sick

And the years go by, and the years go by

And the years go by, and the years go by