The amber, the fire is starting to fade, but it's now that I make my best.
Give the angel of my shoulder a bright for the night, 'cause the devil ain't getting no rest.
I've got thousands of stories, you've heard them before, yet I tell them again and again. [bad word] on put up a stool now and buy me a drink and please think of me as a friend.

We live for the weekend, each city's the same,
There's a bar on the corner where they don't know your name.
There's plenty of drinks, they've been savin' your chair.
It's our second home, we ain't goin' nowhere.

It's the end, end of the night.
But we ain't goin' home.
[x3]

This life it ain't easy, still we manage to win.
There's times to be knocked down, yeah we live with our chin.
We are generous guys with our hearts on the sleeves,
Misunderstood though, the bars disagrees.
We can't catch a break, wrote the book on bad luck.
We hold down their jobs if they did all suck

It's the end, end of the night.
But we ain't goin' home.
[x3]

The bartender's spoken and he's made it clear.
If you ain't goin' home, then you ain't stayin' here.
You can't shut us off and you won't turn us down.
There's plenty of jugs so be grateful to have us around.

It's the end, end of the night.
But we ain't goin' home.
[x3]

Well you've been beaten me black and you've beaten me blue,
the scars are well worn on my face.
I've packed up the bags and I've soaked off in shame,
for one last walk at these streets.

It's the end, end of the night.
But we ain't goin' home.
[x3]