The Auld Drunk Anthems

a long time ago when the world was young
and young men could find their way
there were wars we fought, but the young have forgot
and they run off in a haze
now as old men we feel left to fend
glory days lost in the glen
but the drinks still sweet as it numbs our feet
and we'll sing the auld drunk anthems

now the world we knew was never really here
but we act like it's all the same
and scream our jeers to those quares
then sit and imbibe our beer
now as old men we feel left to fend
glory days lost in the glen
but the drinks still sweet as it warms our feet
and we'll sing the auld drunk anthems

as i walk on home on a once nice street
where the young have grown and gone
from my old numb feet i can feel the street
decay like dead men in the grave
now the young they scream for their two-bit treats
while the old still praise the dead
but the drinks still sweet, so lets numb our sleep
and we'll sing the auld drunk anthems

are we ever truly free when the drinks this sweet
are we ever truly free, does it mean anything to me

as i concede defeat on a once nice street
and give up on the grown and gone
i kick up my feet from the dead numb street
and my poor lost wasted life
now as old men we feel left to fend
glory days lost in the glen
but the drinks still sweet as it numbs our feet
and we'll sing the auld drunk anthems