1. |
Same Old Shenanigans
02:51
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2. |
Arthur's Port
03:58
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3. |
Fool's Gold
03:20
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4. |
Distill My Beating Heart
05:22
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5. |
Rum Runners From Hell
05:38
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6. |
Slappywag's
04:27
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Slappywag’s
Verse 1
Summer days seemed endless
Like a golden kind of dream
Our laughter carried on the winds
We were forest Kings and Queens
Our freedom felt so boundless
If only we could know
Summers aren’t forever darling
Always comes the ice and snow
PreChorus
Grab another round
and burn your worries down
Time is on your side
I miss those times
Grab another round
and drown your worries now
Life is slipping by
Chorus
No matter where it takes me
I’ll always wave your flag
Even if it breaks me
You’ll find me at ol’ Slappywag’s
Verse 2
The gang is gone and married
A few are in for theft
Some others are now buried
The best of them high tailed and left
The months creep into years now
Where have those summers gone
I hardly recognize your face
Let’s grab a beer, it’s been too long
PreChorus
Chorus
Verse 3
Even when we’re distant
For those friends near and far
Let’s make this moment matter
One last good time in this old bar
PreChorus
Chorus
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7. |
Last Call
05:20
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Last Call
Verse 1
The day’s been long and cold
we just want to drink the frost away
Just forget you’re getting old
and let the world spin on
We can’t even tell if the world is spinning faster
or if it’s just the drink
We play the cards that we have drawn
Gather up the gang
There’s no way they can stop us now
“Hows it going mang?”
A little tipsy but I’m feeling well
Don’t tell me what to do, because
I live life fast and hard you see
This is the life that we choose, on that winding road to hell!
Verse 2
We'll be stomping on the floor
and dancing on the tables.
We'll laugh a little more
and then slam another pint.
Our merry road to hell
has been paved by bad behaviour.
This is the soundtrack to our drunken night!
And we'll be brawling on the floor
and swinging if we're able.
We'll drink a little more
and find another fight.
On the trodden road to hell
it doesn’t look as if it’s changin.
This is the soundtrack to a drunken night!
Verse 3
It looks like this is it
We’re outnumbered and surrounded
It’s time to drop the mitts
Well, ain’t this a pretty sight
Why don’t you grab your friends
Pretty sure it’s four to one here
Line ‘em up like soldiers, let’s make this a fair fight!
The blood and glass confetti
Fills the air with pungent violence
As we dance another round
And fight with all our might
Not one of us will make it
Of that we will be certain
The broken bones and spirits of our drunken night!
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