The Tossers - Pub and Culture lyrics

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The Tossers - Pub and Culture lyrics

What is called Queenstown is called the Cobh of Cork, Is called the Cobh of Cork. It's called the Cobh of Cork. What is called Queenstown is called the Cobh of Cork, So I think I'd like some brandy and some port. Well there's nothing wrong with a drop or two, For there's no harm that'll come to you. It makes enemies walk hand in hand, And it takes the thirst away here from this land. But the anxiety and stress it calls my name, And drags me to them places, And triggers ancient memories, Of trauma and old faces, That I will never see again. And so I will reward Myself for working through a day That was really f**ing hard! What is called O'Malley's, Is my home away from home, Well it is where I'm known, By everyone at home, What is called O'Malley's Is my home away from home, So I think I'd like some whiskey before I roam. Well there's nothing wrong with a drop or two, Now there's no harm that will come to you. It makes enemies walk hand in hand, And it takes the thirst away here from this land. A chemical imbalance, Embedded in my brain. It's probably from me parents, The depressions are the same. My neurotransmitter's dopamine Is naturally depleted, So I've overproduced euphoria With alcohol when needed! Well, what is called Londonderry, sure, it is called Free Derry. Sure, it is called Free Derry Sure, it's only called Derry. What is called Londonderry, sure, it's only called Derry So I think I'd like some porter and some sherry - To go! There's nothing wrong with a drop or two, Now, there's no harm that will come to you. It makes enemies walk hand in hand, And it takes the thirst away here from this land. A man's in critical condition All because I had to drive. Sometimes I say, "I'll just have three" Then I'm in the pub all night. All the tension and anxiety and The triggers in my soul, It hits you cause it lingers When you think you're in control. How do you picture alcoholics, Though you may not drink that much? They're not only ragged wanderers With bottles in their clutch.