As I walked over by the rare old side Saw an army of read-skins dressed in white You're feeling foreign it's your dying right One stiff whiskey you can drink whatever you like
You live bored or kinda you're nowhere We all do our best to pretend you don't care Feelin' foreign and it's your dyin' right One stiff whiskey, you can drink whatever you like
It's alright
Disquieting dreams in the middle of the night, You toss your head, man, you know it's not right You're feelin' foreign, it's your dyin' right, One stiff whiskey, you can drink whatever you like.
Some is bored, some is poor, Some is bored about being poor Only the best shirt that I adore, We don't need no black shirts that's for sure
Moving forward like a special bard, Says "o.k. boys let's see your union cards" Feelin' foreign it's my dyin' right One stiff whiskey, I can drink whatever you like