the amber the fire is starting to fade but it s now that i m at my best give the angel on my shoulder a break for the night cause the devil ain t getting no rest i got thousands of stories you ve heard them before yet i ll tell them again and again come on pull up a stool now and buy me a drink and please think of me as a friend we live for the weekend each city s the same there s a bar on the corner where they don t know your name there s plenty of drink they ve been saving your chair it s our second home we ain t goin nowhere it s the end end of the night but we ain t goin home it s the end end of the night but we ain t goin home it s the end end of the night but we ain t goin home this life it ain t easy still we manage to win there s times to be knocked down yeah we live with our chin we are generous guys with our hearts on the sleeves misunderstood though the boss disagrees we can t catch a break wrote the book on bad luck we d hold down a job if they didn t all suck the bartender s spoken and he s made it clear if you ain t goin home then you ain t stayin here you can t shut us off and you won t turn us down there s plenty of joints who ll be grateful to have us around  well you ve been beaten me black and you ve beaten me blue the scars are well worn on my face i ve packed up the bags and i ve sulked off in shame for one last walk of these streets 