Pour yourself into a drinknIt's what you thinknI don't have anything to say at allnA funny mess, don't you agreenJust you and menI don't have anything to do at allnnShall we go out tonight,nWill that be alright?nShall we search for our fortune and famenFor oil on peaceful waters?nAlways stings the samennSo just stab me in the backnAnd call me lovernFor nothing now can ever be the samenWe'll swap stories of past conquestsnWe'll tell each other liesnAnd I'll try so hard to shoulder all the blamennShall we go out tonight,nWill that be alright?nShall we search for our fortune and famenFor oil on peaceful waters?nAlways stings the same.