
Date of issue: 11.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bus Floor Bottles |
There’s a touch o' rain to greet the train |
Where it coughs up all its contents on the town |
From near and far, they’ll hug the bar |
And the talk gets cheap and nasty by the hour |
The only kiss they’d ever cared for was the bottle |
And they’ll fall into a methylated love until whenever |
To run from your shadows half the battle |
And they’ll sit &mutter bitter little words about the weather |
Or whatever |
And the bus floor bottles ring |
While the drunks are tryin' to sing |
And I can’t feel a thing beneath me |
Though he combs the bins for empty tins |
They say that he’s got a fortune stashed away |
And when they toss him out that means the boss is in |
Or else they’d let him stay |
The rain rolls down the window |
Falls like shells on the horizon |
Giving rise to all his memories of home |
Where sirens aren’t such pretty things and the fear so paralysin' |
It could turn the air you breathe into stone |
And the bus floor bottles ring |
While the drunks are tryin' to sing |
And I can’t feel a thing beneath me |
And the bus floor bottles ring |
While the drunks are tryin' to sing |
And I can’t feel a thing beneath me |
The kids run feral up and down the street |
And meet their friends for life, or so they swear |
And the bright young man sings 'Kick the can' |
Walking hand in hand with his love to god knows where |
She says 'this is killin' me, it’s been for a year or three, |
I’ve gotta get away, good luck, take care' |
'Cos the wind’ll rattle and the wind’ll roar |
But the shit’ll only settle at the poor folks' door 'round here |
I swear |
And the bus floor bottles ring |
While the drunks are tryin' to sing |
And I can’t feel a thing beneath me |
And the bus floor bottles ring |
While the drunks are tryin' to sing |
And I can’t feel a thing beneath me |
And the bus floor bottles ring |
While the drunks are tryin' to sing |
And I can’t feel a thing |
And the bus floor bottles ring |
While the drunks are tryin' to sing |
And I can’t feel a thing beneath me |
Name | Year |
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An Irish Pub Song | 2010 |
Bullhead | 2021 |
The Pot & Kettle | 2016 |
The Foreman O'rourke | 2018 |
Hestia | 2021 |
Mclaughlins Rant | 2010 |
Patron Saint O' Thieves | 2016 |
A Fistful O' Roses | 2016 |
Uncle Tommy | 2010 |
My Time Again | 2010 |
Green Ginger Wine | 2010 |
Sainted Millions | 2021 |
'Eight Beers' McGee | 2016 |
Spit in the Street | 2010 |
The Black Matilda | 2010 |
Bar the Door Casey | 2010 |
Big Man Down | 2010 |
Saints Preserve Us | 2018 |
No Pockets in a Shroud | 2015 |
Billy McKinley | 2018 |