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Tough guy jackets piled high |
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Bar room smoke and swinging thighs |
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On the people they own the men's watchful eye |
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Pool ball blast it's a hell of a high |
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Room full of "adults" that frequent this place |
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Everyone knows it's safe and knows every face |
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A year off holiday, till then come here |
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A hell of a lot better than being cold out there |
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Stalwart of morality conversation piece |
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Thinkin' twice about your bar room theories, just like you think police |
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Work is soon but the pub's oh so warm |
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No one believes their intentions could suck |
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You go home 2 out of 4 times - scream and shout |
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Your watch it runs you ragged - scream and shout and then get out |
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The harder they come the harder they fall |
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Revolutionary theories from the end of a pall mall |
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Well, and we're always here, we're alway here |
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We always drink - it's always gin and beer |
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Because it's safe, it's warm, it's easy |
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The way it ought to turn out |
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As we sing a rebel song - we are the Donne Street bar room louts |
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Back to the pub, it's a snub, it's a dub |
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Let's get the hell away |
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I'd smash all Parliament teeth in |
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No I don't believe in what you say |
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From across the room a bad wog joke |
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Now I hear the laughter of all the corner bar room blokes |
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A barrage of napkins hit him, another joke, another shove |
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And he turned around the face the almost imminent bout above |
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He sat there as he told them that he didn't want to scrap |
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If you're this bored it must be bad |
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They chuckled and they giggled and they weren't back to their beer |
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See now those fuckin' nutters, they best not come over here |
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As they left they nudged hime and he broke his hand across his face |
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And the four of them piled on top in a scrap that nearly destroyed the place |
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With a left-right-left-right-left-right he beat them to the ground |
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And before he turned to finish his beer the cops had swarmed around |
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And threw them all in jail charged with inciting riots too |
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R.A. affiliation and hospital for the other two |
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Two of the boys were topped in jail last week and Jimmy's scared they will never come home |
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I wonder how boring it'll have to get again to be turned into a demilitarized zone |
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Now the mess is gone and not too long we always do come back here |
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It happens nearly every night, well maybe it's because of the craic here |
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And we stay here and we never leave lest we're dragged the hell right out |
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Well, prison must be a hell of a place, 'cause that's where they all went out |
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Sittin' next to another bad mother fucker in jail |
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Another round they shout |
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Sittin' next to another bad mother fucker in the morgue |
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Another round they shout |
