Your damned ol' dad

We're goin' out tonight my son,
so bring your flask and bring your cross and bring your gun
I've been borrowin' lots of cash,
so you won't be needing none
Just wear your good shoes,
'cause we're going out, my son

I got a car loaded up with gas and parked right outside
I got a city map and a mission in my mind.
I just need someone riding with me, a brother to my right
to keep me company in that big old car outside
'Cause I don't wanna think about the world right now
I wanna go from bar to bar and wash the taste clean out
And I wanna feel the way I felt when we were kids messin' around
before I thought about the world like I do now

But don't go feelin' all stuck and shamed for your damned ol' dad,
'cause I've seen troubles that could kill ten stronger men
It's just that all this weight from la-la-livin's
been catchin' fire in my hands
Well, fuck this town, son, I wanna make 'em crawl again

Tell your lady not to leave on that light.
Tell her not to sit up worryin' all goddamn night
But if she's awake when you crawl home,
you just shut your mouth and smile nice
Tell her, "Baby, I'm tired, can't we please turn off those lights?"
You say, "Baby, I'm tired and I just wanna shut off all those lights."