I'll Choose My Side and Shut up, Alright

I'd choose a side if he'd let me

But first I'd choose to be somewhere to think

We're drunk when we show, so we're tired when we leave

And that's his choice

Yet, he won't leave with me

So come on, boys

We'd walk out with ears still ringing

We'd walk out and make plans to get to his

We'd be celebrated blindly, with flies for confetti

But it's his choice

Yet, he won't leave with me

So come on, boys!