Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God Bless Alcohol, artist - Anti-Nowhere League. Date of issue: 12.05.2016
Song language: English
God Bless Alcohol |
| We got whiskey for my father, it helps him to forget |
| We got beer for my brother, his liver will regret it |
| We got vodka for my sister, it helps her on her way |
| And vino for my mother to get her through the day |
| We got rum for my cousin, cos he’s a navy man |
| We got brandy for old grandad, remember foreign lands |
| We got sherry for the vicar, we know it helps him pray |
| And gin for the magistrates to put us all away |
| I need a little tipple, my nerves are getting bad |
| So get another bottle, but don’t you tell your dad |
| I’ll hide it in the oven, no one will ever know |
| And when I’m smashed out of my head it’s off to bed I go |
| So it’s god bless the sinners, God bless us all |
| God bless our ugly spirit when its time to go |
| God bless our bodies |
| God bless our souls |
| God bless our brains and God bless alcohol |
| (Yeehaw) |
| There’s booze for the doctor, he’s one of the boys |
| There’s booze for the Rockstar, he makes a fucking noise |
| There’s booze for the hooker, her work is never done |
| And booze for the athlete, he’s gonna run and run |
| There’s booze for the Royals, and booze for the poor |
| There’s booze for the MPs, they’re always wanting more |
| With a devil on my shoulder, and a JD in my hand |
| I’ll shit my fucking pants, and I’ll fight with any man |
| 'Ello, 'ello, 'ello, now what do we 'ave 'ere |
| Now move along on my son, but you can leave your beer |
| But don’t you be so cheeky or you will take your fall |
| You know it makes us happy to hold a policeman’s ball |
| So it’s god bless the sinners, God bless us all |
| God bless our ugly spirit when its time to go |
| God bless our bodies |
| God bless our souls |
| God bless our brains and God bless alcohol |
| Let’s drink to the assholes, let’s drink to forget |
| Let’s drink to the wankers, we wish we’d never met |
| And when our belly’s full, we’re laying on the floor |
| We’re spewing up, we’re callous, and drink some fucking more |
| So fill up your glasses, stop talking out your asses |
| Raise your glass to gentlemen and the working classes |
| Raise your glass to teachers for six of the best |
| And raise a glass you bastards, let’s all get fucking pissed |
| So it’s god bless the sinners, God bless us all |
| God bless our ugly spirit when its time to go |
| God bless our bodies |
| God bless our souls |
| God bless our brains and God bless alcohol |
| God bless the sinners, God bless us all |
| God bless our ugly spirit when its time to go |
| God bless our bodies |
| God bless our souls |
| God bless our brains and God bless alcohol |