Caught in a revolving door, and my lungs are suffocating
Working hard is my reward and my job is so [bad word] I'm a martyr to myself and a hero to my family
I can feel a breaking point, a longing to be free
But instead I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest
I'm a [bad word] and a sentimental man, so -
Dust us off a bottle of your best
Irish whiskey and drink with me
To departed friends, to departed friends

In the middle of the night I wake up, my heart is pounding
I expected more from life than a house and TV watching
'Cause I wimped out on myself, take it out on my friends and
family
'Cause they don't appreciate I sacrificed my dreams

But instead I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest
I'm a [bad word] and a sentimental man, so -
Dust us off a bottle of your best
Irish whiskey and drink with me
To departed friends, to departed friends...
Departed!

[Soul Caddy version:
Friends don't need one ounce of style
Friends lose teeth but not their smile
Friends call just to say hello
Friends hold on and don't let go]

Hey there guys, I'm not the enemy
It's just shared [bad word] that makes us fight
It's a long way to  [bad word] ] drive to not make any money
Merry Christmas - at least we gotta try

But instead I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest
I'm a [bad word] and a sentimental man, so -
Dust us off a bottle of your best
Irish whiskey and drink with me
To departed friends, to departed friends...