Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pub And Culture, artist - The Tossers. Album song Agony, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 06.03.2007
Record label: Victory
Song language: English
Pub And Culture |
What is called Queenstown is called the Cobh of Cork |
What is called Queenstown is called the Cobh of Cork |
What is called Queenstown is called the Cobh of Cork |
What is called Queenstown is called the Cobh of Cork |
So I think I’d like some brandy and some port |
Well, there’s nothing wrong with a drop or two |
For there’s no harm that will come to you |
It makes enemies walk hand in hand |
And it takes the thirst away here from this land |
But the anxiety and stress it calls my name |
And drags me to dim places |
And triggers ancient memories |
Of trauma and old faces |
That I will never see again |
And so I reward myself |
For working through a day |
That was really fucking hard |
What is called O’Malley’s |
Is my home away from home |
Well it is where I’m known |
By everyone at home |
What is called O’Malley’s |
Is my home away from home |
So I think I’d like some |
Whiskey before I roam |
Well, there’s nothing wrong with a drop or two |
For there’s no harm that will come to you |
It makes enemies walk hand in hand |
And it takes the thirst away here from this land |
A chemical imbalance |
Embedded in my brain |
It’s probably from me parents |
But the depression is the same |
My neurotransmitter’s dopamine |
Is naturally depleted, |
So I’ve overproduced euphoria |
With alcohol when needed. |
What is called Londonderry, sure it’s called Free Derry |
What is called Londonderry, sure it’s called Free Derry |
What is called Londonderry, sure it’s called Free Derry |
What is called Londonderry, sure it’s called Free Derry |
It’s only called Derry |
So I think I’d like some |
Porter and some sherry |
Well, there’s nothing wrong with a drop or two |
For there’s no harm that will come to you |
It makes enemies walk hand in hand |
And it takes the thirst away here from this land |
A man’s in critical condition |
Because I had to drive |
Sometimes I say |
«I'll just have three» |
Then I’m in the pub all night |
All the tension and anxiety and |
The triggers in my soul |
It hits you cause it lingers |
When you think you’re in control |
How do you picture alcoholics |
Though you may not drink that much? |
They’re not only ragged wanderers |
With bottles in their clutch |