| Let’s get drunk
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| The troops are assembled and ordered to loosen their ties
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| For on this sabbath day, the fortress is ours
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| Every hour the shot heard around the world is shot by the likes of Jack or Jose
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| What is this place you ask?
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| It’s where we resurrect ourselves from one week ago
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| Free roam
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| Everything is ours
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| What is this place you ask?
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| It’s Shannon’s pub
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| Who wants to be immortal?
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| Who wants to drink from the Fountain of Youth?
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| Who wants free food and arcade golf?
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| With this treasure you’ll never ever grow old
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| The rules are simple, gentlemen
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| Once you walk through those doors there’s no way out
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| And there’s no last call in this port
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| Everyone is the captain and they abide the code
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| So when this ship has sunk, well then so will I, with honor and my fill
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| With no rules it’s like Camp Nowhere without the Lloyd of course
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| But then again, maybe we should get the doc
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| This way we can go back in time and relive the memories of when we rocked the
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| house
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| Where everybody knows your name
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| And they’re always glad you came
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| You wanna be where you can see
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| Our troubles are all the same
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| You wanna be where everybody knows your name |