| This is your weekend but this is my life
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| You call it drinking, it’s how I survive
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| You call it uisce, I call it blood
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| You call it good times, I nary do good
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| Off in the deep end six nights a week
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| Motel Monday, catch up on sleep
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| Wake Tuesday, back on the job
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| Shaking my ass for you lazy slobs
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| This is your weekend but this is my life
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| You call it drinking, it’s how I survive
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| You call it uisce, I call it blood
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| You call it good times, I nary do good
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| My eyes black circles, drunk at work
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| Fuck off punter, asshole jerk
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| I kilt it up and give it my all
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| You shout in my ear, busting my balls
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| This is your weekend but this is my life
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| You call it drinking, it’s how I survive
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| You call it uisce, I call it blood
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| You call it good times, I nary do good
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| My days are numbered, my breath is short
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| You call me out I can barely retort
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| You call me out, I’m sucking dust
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| I need a cure for this wanderlust
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| (Throw him under the bus)
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| This is your weekend but this is my life
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| You call it drinking, it’s how I survive
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| You call it uisce, I call it blood
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| You call it good times, I nary do good
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| I nary do good
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| I nary do good |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nary Do Gooder , by - The Real McKenzies. Song from the album Beer and Loathing, in the genre Панк