Gaelic Storm - One More Day Above the Roses lyrics

I'm done with you begrudgers!
You pushers and you shovers!
The scurrying, the worrying
I'm goin’ to have some fun!
Well I was born very young
I grew up in me cradle
Chances are, that when I die
It will be of something fatal
So if you see me running, keep up by my side
That hurricane’s a coming
And there ain't no place to hide!
Get your own life this one’s mine
And stuff it, where, the sun don’t shine!
I'm done with you begrudgers!
You pushers and you shovers!
The scurrying, the worrying
I'm goin' to have some fun!
So, give it over, take a break
Shut yer hole! You're causing my
Poor heart to ache
To all you saints and sinners
You losers and you winners
Here's to one more day above the roses!
All that shmoozin' and the boozin'
Will catch up with you they say
At least that's what them old ones
They told me everyday
So I quit just like they said
Stopped everything that’s bad
‘Twas the worst twenty minutes
That I’ve ever had!
It's not the cough that carries you off
It's the coffin, they carry you off in!
I'm done with all the snitching!
The balling and the bitching!
The striving and conniving
I’m heading for the pub!
So, give it over, take a break
Shut yer hole! You're causing my
Poor heart to ache
To all you saints and sinners
You losers and you winners
Here's to one more day above the roses!
Work like you don't need money
Don't know how much things cost
Love like you've never been hurt
Love like you've never lost
Dance like no one’s watching
As often as you can
And when you drink, drink like
You're a true-blood Irishman!
Live every day like it's your last
They're going by, way too fast!
You langers and you loons!
You bankers and buffoons!
The liars, the pariahs
You can keep the bloody lot!
So, give it over, take a break
Shut yer hole! You're causing my
Poor heart to ache
To all you saints and sinners
You losers and you winners
Here's to one more day above the roses!
Here's to one more day above the roses!
Here's to one more day above the roses!