The Old Breed - 48 After 40 Lyrics

Monday morning and I'm back on the line
I swear to Christ feels like I'm losing my mind
Thirty-nine more hours and I gotta make it through
It's the end of the month and rent is f*ckin due

Stop at the bar double shot and a beer
Friday night is almost here
Grab another pint and put your worries on hold
48 after 40 is our weekly parole

Boss is going off and it's got me seeing red
I can't believe I'm only twenty hours in
This is our struggle and this is our war
And just when you think you can't take it anymore

Friday afternoon only an hour to go
In my mind I'm already at the punk rock show
Punchin the clock meet up with the boys
We'll be sitting at the bar singing Oi! Oi! Oi!