I Know I Should Be Leaving This

We're Wanted Men, We'll Strike Again, But First Let's Have A Beer.

Where It All Ends I Can't Fathom, My Friends. If I Knew, I Might Toss Out My Anchor.

Barmaid, Bring A Pitcher, Another Round Of Brew. Honey, Why Don't We Get Drunk And Screw?

That To Me Is The Way Any Good Romantic Would Look At His Life: Live It First, Then Write It Down Before You Go.

Nothing To Show But This Brand New Tattoo. But It's A Real Beauty, A Mexican Cutie, How It Got Here I Haven't A Clue.