Flogging Molly. Within A Mile of Home. The Wrong Company. Zeneszám

Well, I fell into prison
About a quarter to three
Where I found in my cell
A glass waitin? for me

So I filled what was empty
And I pulled up a stool
But he stood in the corner
The ol? devil wouldn't move

He said, "You drink when you're lonely
No I drink when I want?
He said, "You'll never be sober
Sure why would I want that?"

I only drink to be merry
But unfortunately
I'm in the wrong prison cell
And the wrong company