[ Featuring the Dirty Bastards ]
So take me back to that place I can call home
Take me to my world, not ask where I come from
Give me whiskey, give me beer
Drink away all these fears
And take me back to that place I can call home
Well, It's hard and it's screwed
And sometimes it's simply rude
To wake up all stormy
Falling in bed just moody
Taking dreams for troubles
Pouring drinks all over dramas
Back and forth again
What if we make it simpler
And we drop the world off our back
What if we shut that door
And we get some savage craic
We'll make it through this day
In a very old fashioned way
And we'll fill this empty glass
Let's fill this empty glass
So take me back to that place I can call home
Take me to my world, not ask where I come from
Give me whiskey, give me beer
Drink away all these fears
And take me back to that place I can call home
So now I'll be just fair
And I'll tell you my own tale
I'm too old to get big
And way too lazy to get rich
But I'm not done yet
And I ain't much to forget
On this long walk home
And when times get harder
I know how to make it better
Let's get rid of the complains
Put aside that glum face
We'll make the bar shine
Like in the good old times
And we'll fill this empty glass
Let's fill this empty glass
So take me back to that place I can call home
Take me to my world, not ask where I come from
Give me whiskey, give me beer
Drink away all these fears
And take me back to that place I can call home
And don't take my words too seriously
'Cos real secrets are hidden deep inside
And be aware that promises are real
Until they serve the need of a thief
Who started full of hopes, trying hard to catch the stars
Ended begging dreams in smokey late night bars
So don't take this word too seriously
And fill this empty glass
So take me back to that place I can call home
Take me to my world, not ask where I come from
Give me whiskey, give me beer
Drink away all these fears
And take me back to that place I can call home
