Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Well the devil's nipping at your heels and this time it's for real
A lonely hunger starts to gnaw as you wash away the pain
Of another desperate dead end day forever filled with sadness
To forget about the pain you take your bottle, drink your grain

Singing Hail, Hail, the Gangs All Here.
Leave your worries at the door boy, they're not going anywhere
Hail, hail the gang's all here

When the going gets tough, I know my friends will still be there
Well you're walking down the road and the wind is in your face
You're down and out and the unemployment line's a mile long
The money in your pocket may not get you through the day
But cheer up son I know a place where mugs like us belong

Singing Hail, Hail, the Gangs All Here.
Leave your worries at the door boy, they're not going anywhere
Hail, hail the gang's all here

Pick your heart up off the ground though I'm sure it weights a ton
You're no better or no worse than any mothers son
Though you're up against all odds and you're backed against the wall
You recall the cheer, "The Gang's All Here" and shout!

6 comments:

Pete said...

It's been a long month.

I have been down before, but not like this. This job allowed me to work for a month and pay some bills as my first born is about to come into this world.

It's good to be home with my friends and my family.

hollywood said...

Hang in there brother. You and April have a HUGE support system. We're here for you...it'll get better.

Sid Fishious said...

ok... maybe it's just me, but I'd rather not have to read anything about Pete's huge hanging support system ever, ever again.

See you wankers soon!!!

Pete said...

It's just like a girdle... except different.

hollywood said...

Speaking of gang's all here...anyone else want to run for the hills? I hear some club's giving shirts to anyone with armpits.

The weather is getting nice...we need less internet time and more helmet time. I look forward to riding with all of you that truly want to be a part of what we're building. If you don't want to be a part of it...leave your shirt at the door.

See y'all at MVR.

Pete said...

Armpits are optional.

So is riding a motorcycle.

Or even owning one.