byob

He's a man of little honor
Pullin' signs off people's yards
Yeah, he's no stranger to strange affairs
Blissful disregard
Has no shame in takin' gold
From anyone who stands a chance
It's a rat race to the finish
He will get what he demands

Poker nights, bring your own beer
Roll the good times, when he's out there
Mid-July, past the curfew
Is when I don't mind where I'm bound to

He hasn't gotten lucky
In a longer time than most
But I swear he doesn't mind it
He'd just like somethin' of his own
And I kinda get the feelin'
That he's pissed we look alike
'Cause he doesn't need or want more
Than a single acolyte

Poker nights, bring your own beer
Roll the good times, when he's out there
Mid-July, past the curfew
Is when I don't mind where I'm bound to

Cycle will continue on
Learn to keep the curtains drawn
'Cause no one's gonna tell the truth
She'll never know life after you
Take a case and foldin' chair
Hurry and get out of here
We'll wait until you leave the start the show

Poker nights, bring your own beer
It's a good night, when you're not there
Mid-July, past the curfew
She will love me, I'll forget you