Another Round

I was down the back of another aul snug just taking the time to watch the wall paint dry

The sound of a bauld aul crowds dull chattering filling the air within an inch of its life

A man on either side of me, the bar to the right

I’d be lucky to make it outta here with me life

And isn’t that your man that barred us last time for singing ‘Ra tunes on a Tuesday night?

Crawling up the walls lookin’ like a rabid hound

Get up outta that, get up off the ground

I’ll tie ya to that chair if ya don’t simmer down

You’re the worlds worst patron saint of stout

Actually didn’t I bar yous last week and what are ya doin’ with a spliff in your mouth?

Alright then never mind what’ll it be lads?

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Take the edge off the knife

Catch the rain before it all runs dry

Cure the dog of all that ails it

You’ll still be that bitter man inside

They are changing all the taps

Switching off the lights in every room

If the last call has an ending

I swear to god there’s nothing left for you

I was down the back of another aul snug just taking the time to watch the wall paint dry

The sound of a bauld aul crowds dull chattering filling the air within an inch of its life

A man on either side of me, the bar to the right

I’d be lucky to make it outta here with me life

And isn’t that your man that barred us last time for singing ‘Ra tunes on a Tuesday night

For singing IRA tunes on a Tuesday night

For singing IRA tunes on a Tuesday night

For singing IRA tunes on a Tuesday night

For singing IRA tunes on a Tuesday night