Song | Beer Nut |
Artist | The Lucksmiths |
Album | Happy Secret |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
All the streets look the same ’til I’m fumbling for change | |
Light on the porch like we had arranged | |
Home street home, it cheers me | |
Pat my pockets for the key | |
The boys and I have been throwing back glasses in big stone houses | |
Waiting glazed for the man to rouse us | |
Those two in despair | |
After this round we’re square | |
Yeah, we’re square | |
There’s many a slip between lager and lip | |
Conversation gets average and mean | |
Half asleep and seeing double | |
It’s time for me to leave | |
Stood for a second while my eyes demisted | |
My head like a pretzel, salty and twisted | |
Stepped into the hail for a taxi | |
It’s raining ice, but “Just relax” he said | |
Christ you’re up across town | |
You look like a ghost | |
Just try and keep it down | |
Keep it down... | |
There’s many a slip between lager and lip | |
Conversation gets average and mean | |
Half asleep and seeing double | |
It’s time for me to leave | |
When I come home full up | |
You sigh “Come here beer nut” |
All the streets look the same ' til I' m fumbling for change | |
Light on the porch like we had arranged | |
Home street home, it cheers me | |
Pat my pockets for the key | |
The boys and I have been throwing back glasses in big stone houses | |
Waiting glazed for the man to rouse us | |
Those two in despair | |
After this round we' re square | |
Yeah, we' re square | |
There' s many a slip between lager and lip | |
Conversation gets average and mean | |
Half asleep and seeing double | |
It' s time for me to leave | |
Stood for a second while my eyes demisted | |
My head like a pretzel, salty and twisted | |
Stepped into the hail for a taxi | |
It' s raining ice, but " Just relax" he said | |
Christ you' re up across town | |
You look like a ghost | |
Just try and keep it down | |
Keep it down... | |
There' s many a slip between lager and lip | |
Conversation gets average and mean | |
Half asleep and seeing double | |
It' s time for me to leave | |
When I come home full up | |
You sigh " Come here beer nut" |
All the streets look the same ' til I' m fumbling for change | |
Light on the porch like we had arranged | |
Home street home, it cheers me | |
Pat my pockets for the key | |
The boys and I have been throwing back glasses in big stone houses | |
Waiting glazed for the man to rouse us | |
Those two in despair | |
After this round we' re square | |
Yeah, we' re square | |
There' s many a slip between lager and lip | |
Conversation gets average and mean | |
Half asleep and seeing double | |
It' s time for me to leave | |
Stood for a second while my eyes demisted | |
My head like a pretzel, salty and twisted | |
Stepped into the hail for a taxi | |
It' s raining ice, but " Just relax" he said | |
Christ you' re up across town | |
You look like a ghost | |
Just try and keep it down | |
Keep it down... | |
There' s many a slip between lager and lip | |
Conversation gets average and mean | |
Half asleep and seeing double | |
It' s time for me to leave | |
When I come home full up | |
You sigh " Come here beer nut" |