I wonder why they call this happy hour for surely no one’s happy here   A flock of faces try to hide their pain and sorrow between the vodka, gin and beer   They’re never leaving here.   For all the time that I have wasted on being wasted all the time    For every lie I’ve told and all the lies I’ve swallowed with just a pinch of salt and lime       Raise your glasses one more time   Here’s to good friends   Tonight is kind of special   This drink I hold will soon be holding me   It always ends as it begins   The passing out and coming to    For all the things you do, here’s to me, here’s to you.   Here’s to good friends      For every tarnished reputation   For every beauty queen turned whore   For every time I’ve seen my life flash right before my eyes out of my mouth and on the floor   And I still come back for more.    For all the dead left on the highway.   For every mother left alone.   For every fool who started out by trying just one sip and wound up drinking methadone.   At least you’re not alone.   Here’s to good friends   Tonight is nothing special   This drink I hold will soon be holding me   It always ends as it begins the passing out and coming to   For all the things you do    Here’s to me   Here’s to you   Here’s to good friends.