I belong to the staggering eveningnI belong to the sweltering nightsnI belong to the girl that’s leavingnBut all she wants to do is fight tonightnTwist into my Irish eyesnI get beatings with the loudest cries (not sure)nWhen you ever gonna realizenAll we’re gonna do is fight tonightnnIt doesn’t matter if you’re seventeennIt doesn’t matter if you’re twenty-onenIt doesn’t matter if you’re thirty-threenForgive me baby, Jesus what I donennI went to see the Violent FemmesnWith my friend John and his girlfriendnBut right before the show begannHe mixed it up with a girl named TanknNow I believe Tank was lesbiannSomebody cracks, Mama let’s be friendsnShe said I was too musical (not sure)nI was tryin’ for beautiful (not sure)nShe threw the first punch, it was the lastnKnocked John out cold flat on his backnWell, I’m a geek, (< I doubt this is correct) she’s like six foot tennGot on his shoulders and I watched the FemmesnnWhen Irish eyes are burnin’ brightnDrink your women run for your lifenA deadly shot can rule the night (not sure)nWhen Irish eyes are burnin’nnSome time ago I went to a shownWith a Serbian girl that I still knownIt was Friday night and as the show let outnI was rolling all over around on the groundnUnder the lights of the marqueenAt the Liberty Theater I was skinnin’ my kneesnI was breakin’ my nose on the fist of a CroatnSmashin’ my balls on the boot of one toonLosing’ my teeth but I didn’t really know itnI was bleedin’ on someone and dreamin’ of younnJust as the tide was beginning to turn I saw the face of Kevin MoriartynMatt and Dragonbreath (< I doubt this is correct) and Eugene GrahamnBrian Quinn and Brendan O’SheanChuck Sweeney and John F QuigleynWere clean and sober but goddamn meannChristopher Farley and James Ford MurphynMakin’ me laugh when I look for my teethnnWhen Irish eyes are burnin’ brightnDrink your women run for your lifenA deadly shot can rule the nightnWhen Irish eyes are burnin’nnIt doesn’t matter if you’re seventeennIt doesn’t matter if you’re twenty-onenIt doesn’t matter if you’re thirty-threenForgive me baby, Jesus what I donenForgive me baby, Jesus what I donennI belong to the staggering eveningnI belong to the sweltering nightsnI belong to the girl that’s leavingnBut all we’re gonna do is fight tonightnnTwist into my Irish eyesnI get beatings with the loudest criesnWhen you ever gonna realizenWe belong to the sweltering nights