These Times Have Got Me Drinking / Tripping Up The Stairs - Flogging Molly

These times have got me drinking

As I’m tripping up the stairs

To an empty room left haunted

By a ghost who once lived there

Now I’m tripping up the stairs

Through a sea of faceless bottles

And the stench of the afternoon

I crawl into this coffin

Sure I was dead before I knew

Morning starts with sunset

As the darkness fills my eye

It’s been so long since another soul

Occupied this life

So I head downstairs to a familiar friend

Who’ll comfort, maybe talk

About our roads less traveled

And to the best times we ever had

And to the best times we ever had

These times have got me drinking

As I’m tripping up the stairs

To an empty room left haunted

By a ghost who once lived there

Peace be with the troubled

As the these times now make it clear

Try forget until it’s over

When the last call splits your ear

These times have got me drinking

As I’m tripping up the stairs

Never asked for the perfect saviour

Never wanted though I cared

Now I’m tripping up the stairs

So I’ll crucify another

To nail away the fear

But don’t pity me, I’m just broken

Who’ll be the next brave volunteer

Who’ll be the next brave volunteer

These times have all us drinking

As we’re tripping up the stairs

To an empty room left haunted

By a ghost who once lived there

These times have got me drinking

As I’m tripping up the stairs

Never asked for a perfect saviour

Never wanted though I cared

Now I’m tripping up the stairs

Mind yourself