I'llchoosemysideandshutup, Alright

I'd choose a side if he'd let me 
  But first I'd choose to be somewhere to think 
  We're drunk when we show so we're tired when we leave 
  And that's his choice 
  And he won't leave with me 
  So come on boys 

  We'd walk out with ears still ringing 
  We'd walk out and make plans to get to his 
  We'd be celebrating blindly with flies for confetti 
  But it's his choice 
  Yet he won't leave with me 
  So come on boys