Another Round Songtext
von The Scratch
Another Round Songtext
I was on the back of another aul snug
Just taking the time to watch the wall paint dry
The sound of a bauld aul crowds dull chattering
Filling the air within an inch of its life
A man on either side of me, the bar to the right
I′d be lucky to make it outta here with me life
And isn't that your man that barred us last time
For singing ′Ra tunes on a Tuesday night?
Crawling up the walls lookin' like a rabid hound
Get up outta that, get up off the ground
I'll tie ya to that chair if ya don′t simmer down
You′re the world's worst patron saint of stout
Actually didn′t I barr yous last week
And what are ya doin' with a spliff in your mouth?
Alright then never mind, what′ll it be lads?
Another round, another round, another round
Another round, another round, another round
Another round, another round, another round
Another round, another round, another round
Another round, another round, another round
Another round, another round, another round
Another round, another round, another round
Another round, another round, another round
Take the edge off the knife
Catch the rain before it all runs dry
Cure the dog of all that ails it
You'll still be that bitter man inside
They are changing all the taps
Switching off the lights in every room
If the last call has an ending
I swear to God, there′s nothing left for you
I was on the back of another aul snug
Just taking the time to watch the wall paint dry
The sound of a bauld aul, crowd's dull chattering
Filling the air within an inch of its life
A man on either side of me, the bar to the right
I'd be lucky to make it outta here with me life
And isn′t that your man that barred us last time
For singing ′Ra tunes on a Tuesday night?
I was on the back of another aul snug
Just taking the time to watch the wall paint dry
The sound of a bauld aul crowds dull chattering
Filling the air within an inch of its life
A man on either side of me, the bar to the right
I'd be lucky to make it outta here with me life
And isn′t that your man that barred us last time
For singing 'Ra tunes on a Tuesday night?
For singing ′Ra tunes on a Tuesday night
For singing 'Ra tunes on a Tuesday night
For singing ′Ra tunes on a Tuesday night
For singing IRA tunes on a Tuesday night
Just taking the time to watch the wall paint dry
The sound of a bauld aul crowds dull chattering
Filling the air within an inch of its life
A man on either side of me, the bar to the right
I′d be lucky to make it outta here with me life
And isn't that your man that barred us last time
For singing ′Ra tunes on a Tuesday night?
Crawling up the walls lookin' like a rabid hound
Get up outta that, get up off the ground
I'll tie ya to that chair if ya don′t simmer down
You′re the world's worst patron saint of stout
Actually didn′t I barr yous last week
And what are ya doin' with a spliff in your mouth?
Alright then never mind, what′ll it be lads?
Another round, another round, another round
Another round, another round, another round
Another round, another round, another round
Another round, another round, another round
Another round, another round, another round
Another round, another round, another round
Another round, another round, another round
Another round, another round, another round
Take the edge off the knife
Catch the rain before it all runs dry
Cure the dog of all that ails it
You'll still be that bitter man inside
They are changing all the taps
Switching off the lights in every room
If the last call has an ending
I swear to God, there′s nothing left for you
I was on the back of another aul snug
Just taking the time to watch the wall paint dry
The sound of a bauld aul, crowd's dull chattering
Filling the air within an inch of its life
A man on either side of me, the bar to the right
I'd be lucky to make it outta here with me life
And isn′t that your man that barred us last time
For singing ′Ra tunes on a Tuesday night?
I was on the back of another aul snug
Just taking the time to watch the wall paint dry
The sound of a bauld aul crowds dull chattering
Filling the air within an inch of its life
A man on either side of me, the bar to the right
I'd be lucky to make it outta here with me life
And isn′t that your man that barred us last time
For singing 'Ra tunes on a Tuesday night?
For singing ′Ra tunes on a Tuesday night
For singing 'Ra tunes on a Tuesday night
For singing ′Ra tunes on a Tuesday night
For singing IRA tunes on a Tuesday night
Writer(s): Peter Keogh, Conor Dockery, Jordan O'leary, Daniel Lang Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com