Drink It Down Songtext
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Drink It Down Songtext
First there′s the oldest, he ploughs the field
Keeps a rash in his back pocket just like his father did
His wife is a rocket but she'll never yield
At least his land is fertile, at least he has his field
The younger brother′s stupid but wants to be in power
And smart enough to have it and smart enough to cower
And emerge from the flames after everything turns sour
This land is ours he said, they put him in power
Whenever anything wrong he cried down from his tower
Whoever did anything wrong he said they put him in power
They're not our people so
Drink it down, it's us or them
Drink it down, one more for the road
Drink it down, one more for the road
Shoot it down
Now hold on a minute, looks better through vignette
There′s a history that everyone seems to forget
Every bloodline′s got blood, blood on its hands
And there's something that′s rotten that we can't understand
What is it to be human? What is it to be pure?
An hatred for something different that burns to your core
It′s the sky that's important, not the land, not the shore
It′s a sense of belonging as I dance a little bit more
He squeezed it tighter but he got no soul
This land was ours, we watered the soil
This man talks sense, let's give him a crown
They took our jobs, drink one more down
That wasn't Jesus, that was just some fucker in a dressing gown
That wasn′t Jesus, that was just some fucker in a dressing gown
And the oldest empties his pocket and he chews the fat
And his wife′s still a rocket but he'll never leave that
And the youngest is on the pulpit swinging a baseball bat
And the mob finds one more, someone else to make a face at
What is it to be human? What is it to be pure?
A godforsaken beauty that burns to your core
It′s the sky that's important, not the land, not the shore
It′s the rocket that's important as I carry her out the door
And now you know what I was looking for
And now you know what I was looking for
Keeps a rash in his back pocket just like his father did
His wife is a rocket but she'll never yield
At least his land is fertile, at least he has his field
The younger brother′s stupid but wants to be in power
And smart enough to have it and smart enough to cower
And emerge from the flames after everything turns sour
This land is ours he said, they put him in power
Whenever anything wrong he cried down from his tower
Whoever did anything wrong he said they put him in power
They're not our people so
Drink it down, it's us or them
Drink it down, one more for the road
Drink it down, one more for the road
Shoot it down
Now hold on a minute, looks better through vignette
There′s a history that everyone seems to forget
Every bloodline′s got blood, blood on its hands
And there's something that′s rotten that we can't understand
What is it to be human? What is it to be pure?
An hatred for something different that burns to your core
It′s the sky that's important, not the land, not the shore
It′s a sense of belonging as I dance a little bit more
He squeezed it tighter but he got no soul
This land was ours, we watered the soil
This man talks sense, let's give him a crown
They took our jobs, drink one more down
That wasn't Jesus, that was just some fucker in a dressing gown
That wasn′t Jesus, that was just some fucker in a dressing gown
And the oldest empties his pocket and he chews the fat
And his wife′s still a rocket but he'll never leave that
And the youngest is on the pulpit swinging a baseball bat
And the mob finds one more, someone else to make a face at
What is it to be human? What is it to be pure?
A godforsaken beauty that burns to your core
It′s the sky that's important, not the land, not the shore
It′s the rocket that's important as I carry her out the door
And now you know what I was looking for
And now you know what I was looking for
Writer(s): Emma Hanlon, Peadar Kearney, Kilian Andrew O'kelly, Daniel Edward O'kelly, Gary James Wickham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

