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 week it was a party back in those days   It didn't seem to matter that we were underage   And the days go by x4   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 x4      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 x4   Have a shot and wash it down with another drink   On the road sometimes it's all that will help you sleep   And the weeks go by x4      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 share a drink   And the years go by x4   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 x4