Well you come upstairs but not to talk
You stay a little while then you do a little walk on homeI hear you downstairs smoking cigarettes, I hear you talking shit
Cuz you ain't got nothing to talk about at allSo you took me to party you got me alone
Said you wanna feel good and you feel like you're gonna explodeWell I don't care, can't pay attention, and I don't give a damn
about your intentions at allWell pass me the whiskey, pass me the gin
Pass me whatever there's drank left inWell I don't care if its seven in the morning
For all I care it could be the second comingWell you say you couldn't take it anymore
You can't live like this, its a really big dealWell I don't care, can't pay attention
and I don't give a fuck about your intentions at all
We're Alright
We're Always Alright
We're Alright
We're Always Alright
We're Alright
We're Always Alright
Alright
We'll be Alright
