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