Comrades in arms

When the beer has all been drunk And last orders have been called After we stumble into the night On our beer soaked feet And the cold air hits us Like a bolt to the head With our bladders full In search of kebab shops With the music still ringing in our ears When our words are slurred And all we can do Is tell everyone I love you... When we hail a cab And count out our change And head home to our beds We give thanks to good friends Who are always around Who are there for us all the time Comrades in arms Together as one Raise a glass to your mates every one.