[Verse 1] I was broke by Tuesday Pockets like a grave Card behind the counter Digging its own cave Boss man barking orders Traffic spitting rain But I’m still here and breathing So I’ll toast it all again [Chorus] We’re tipping the pint Not sinking the ship Life’s kicking our shins We’re laughing a bit You get what you get Then you give what you can Tip up the pint And toast being human Not grand [Verse 2] Mary left a voicemail Said she’d had enough Took the cat and kettle Left the other stuff Photo on the mantel Face a fading flame So I raised my glass and grinned and drank to our old name [Chorus] [Bridge] Here’s to cracked-up families Saints and holy frauds Here’s to all the eejits trying to bargain with their gods Here’s to every failure that dragged us round the bend If you can stand back up again You’re still about to mend [Chorus]
