I would say I'm sorry if I thought that you would give a shit.
But I know I drank too much, and now I'm just too tanked and lit.
Don't want to chat about it, blow your advice out your ear.
So I get smashed about it, drowning my sorrows in beer,
'cause SKINS DON'T CRY.
I would get down at your feet and beg forgiveness, pleading you.
But I fear if I bend down I'll throw up on your brand new shoes.
Don't want to chat about it, blow your advice out your ass.
So I get smashed about it. Bartender, fill up my glass!
'Cause SKINS DON'T CRY.
I would break a bottle on my head if it would curb my shame.
But I say "why bother"? I'm so loaded I forget your name.
Blitzed past my limit...out with the boys.
I blew all my chances, so I run through the streets yelling "Oi! Oi! Oi!"
Oh, I would do most anything to get you back in the sack.
But I just keep on drinking, knocking the Budweiser's back.
'Cause SKINS DON'T CRY.
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