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I'll Never Drink Again
01:46
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When the week finally ends, I call all my friends
And head to our favorite bar
We all start drinking and shouting, we call it singing.
Having lots of beers and feeling fine.
Playing cards, I’m finally winning, when my phone starts ringing.
My girl asks: “when are you coming home
I say: “I don’t know?! but it’s sure no time to go
The strippers sliding down the pole.
Tomorrow my first words will be: “I never drink again
And next time I’m going out it sure will be the same.
Me and my friends all getting a lap dance.
With a hundred percent guarantee.
We’re too drunk to get it hard so after they start.
We know we will get it for free
A new crowd stumbles in, when new strippers begin.
A bunch of mean machine marines!
We started a fight, the first one tonight.
I broke my nose and lost some teeth.
I never drink again
I never drink again
From now on I stay sober
Until I go out with my friends
I don’t know how I got home, it was late afternoon.
Can’t fill in the missing blanks.
We had a good time with strippers and wine.
Today I will drink no more
Tomorrow my first words will be: “I never drink again
And next time I’m going out it sure will be the same.
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2. |
War Games
03:28
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Back in the ages when mammoths walked the earth,
Tribes defend their hunting grounds, fought with spear and blunt.
They had a damn good reason, they had mouths to feed.
Other tribes formed a threat, so they made them bleed.
You can’t take the war out of man
The mighty Roman empire and their everlasting quest.
They conquered every enemy and wiped out all the rest.
Napoleon was no different, he planned to rule them all,
That little French warlord took nations by the balls.
You can’t take the war out of man
No you can’t take the war out of man
There’s war about religion, there’s war about land.
For those who play war games, once their turn will end.
Uncle Sam sends Joe and Jane to a country far away.
Not with their swimming suits but big guns to keep the peace they say.
He knows it’s good for business to feed the war machine.
Feed it with our babies and keep your own hands clean
You can’t take the war out of man
Mother Russia strong and proud, rules the motherland.
Perestroika and Glasnost was what she would demand.
She has her own reasons to fight and make a stand,
She points her missiles to the west, the home of Uncle Sam.
You can’t take the war out of man
No you can’t take the war out of man
There’s war about religion, there’s war about land.
For those who play war games, once their turn will end.
Play the game dirty, play the game fair
Players of war games all loose at the end
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3. |
Black Mining Co.
03:35
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The whistle marks the end of the day,
The graveyard shift takes over, we can’t have no delay.
We’ve got to keep on digging - deeper underground.
Always keep on digging till the black gold is found.
With a pick-axe I’m digging my way,
Illumination was poor, either night or day.
The work was hard and dangerous, the risk was compensated.
But dying in your forties makes it highly overrated.
Falling debris and blackdamp explosions
It’s a common tragedy.
Every day, we’re risking our lives.
For The Black Mining Company
For The Black Mining Company
For The Black Mining Company
I’m glad we had our Davy-lamps to protect us down below.
Every day dust fills my lungs and makes them black as coal.
1877 Blantyre, Scotland: 207 miners died by an explosion
1906 Courriere, France: 1099 miners died by in a collapsing mineshaft
1907 Monongah, USA: 362 miners died by an firedamp explosion
1942 Benxihu, China: 1549 miners died by an dust explosion
1945 El Teniente, Chile; 355 miners died by Carbon Monoxide
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4. |
Liquor
03:34
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Pour me some whiskey, I don’t care what blend.
Jack’s 5 or 7, Johnny’s Black or Red.
Bushmill’s, Jameson, Isle of Arran.
Cutty Sark, Glenalmond, The. Famous Grouse.
Pour me a double,dont mind about the glass
Finlaggan, Tantallan, Ian Mc Cloud
Speyside Centenary, Isle of Jurra.
Buchanan’s, Black Bottle, or Glen.morangie.
CHORUS:
And we all raise our glasses in the air.
Drink till were drunk as we can be.
Yes, we drink till were drunk as we can be.
Tumbling and spinning, I fell on the floor.
I drink, till Im drunk as I can be.
Yeah I drink, till Im as drunk as I can be.
Now make me a triple, and leave the bottle there
Dewar’s or Ardberg, some Angus Dundee
Royal Standard, Loch Morar ,Canadian Club or Mist
Glenfarclas or Glengoyne, some Bruich.laddich,
Pour another bottle and serve a tray of beer
Everybody is got to know, that LQR was here
Were all getting sh** -faced and we haven’t paid a dime
We solemnify and guzzle, we’ll see ya..next time!!
CHORUS:
And we all raise our glasses in the air.
Drink till were drunk as we can be.
Yes, we drink till were drunk as we can be.
Tumbling and spinning, I fell on the floor.
I drink, till Im drunk as I can be.
Yeah I drink, till Im as drunk as I can be.
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5. |
Coulrophobia
03:41
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The wind blows through every crack in the wall,
Sounds like banshees on the prowl.
I lie here safe in bed but I’m scared of
The circus is in town again,
Built their tents on the market square.
Joy for every kid in town.
Not for me I’m scared of clowns.
Orange hair and a big red nose,
I’m shoot up again, nearly overdose.
Afraid he’s coming after me,
I look around, where can he be.
A pale white face, and blood red mouth
A foolish grin, there is no doubt
About what he intents to do
He’s scaring me, he’ll scare you too
He’s lurking somewhere in the dark
His sight’s on me, am I his mark
Trampling me with floppy shoes
What would you do, if he came after you?
My so called coulrophobia,
Leads me to paranoia.
Clowns they always bring me down,
That’s why I fear clowns.
Pennywise and Bozo,
Gacy was Pogo.
The evil from Middletown
Named the killer clown
Sweet Tooth and Piedmon,
Bassie and Adrian,
They are the reason,
I am scared of clowns
The circus is leaving town again,
Packed up their tents from the market square.
Great loss for every kid in town.
Good for me. I’m scared of clowns!
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How does a bottle of whiskey taste if you have six true musicians doing their thing? How's rock 'n' roll as these same guys mix their passion for Irish folk, steaming Americana and solid rock to a swinging cocktail?
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