Friday night’s a loaded gun,
Whiskey burning, nowhere to run.
Smoke in the air, cards on the table,
Stacking bad decisions like fuckin fable.
Four kings down and the bourbon’s neat,
Laughing louder than the kick drum beat.
We ain’t chasing yesterday’s ghosts,
We’re making tomorrow’s stories worth the toast.
Bills can wait… the clock can drown…
When the brothers show up, the world shuts down!
WE NEVER GREW UP!
WE JUST GOT LOUDER!
Turn the amps to eleven, let the whole damn crowd hear!
WE NEVER GAVE UP!
WE JUST GOT PROUDER!
Forty years young with our fists in the air!
Poker… bourbon… cigars on fire…
Still chasing the nights that never expire!
WE NEVER GREW UP!
Front row living where the speakers scream,
Still believing in impossible dreams.
Every riff hits straight through the chest,
Like we’re eighteen with nothing left.
Raise your glass to the miles we’ve made,
To every scar and debt we’ve paid.
The world’s still trying to slow us down…
Good luck stopping this outlaw crowd.
We’re too damn old… to act this young…
Too damn alive… to ever be done!
WE NEVER GREW UP!
WE JUST GOT LOUDER!
Turn the amps to eleven, let the whole damn crowd hear!
WE NEVER GAVE UP!
WE JUST GOT PROUDER!
Forty years young with our fists in the air!
Poker… bourbon… cigars on fire…
Still chasing the nights that never expire!
WE NEVER GREW UP!
One more hand…
One more shot…
One more band…
Give it all you’ve got!
No regrets!
No surrender!
Life’s too short…
TO LIVE IT TAME!
WE NEVER GREW UP!
WE JUST GOT LOUDER!
WE NEVER SLOWED DOWN!
WE JUST GOT PROUDER!
Brothers by choice and forged in flame,
When the last call comes we’ll win this game!
Boozin…smokin….ROCKIN!
WE NEVER GREW UP!
