Psychostick - Sober on St. Patrick's Day lyrics
[Psychostick - Sober on St. Patrick's Day lyrics]
Is there a crueler fate than this?
I doubt it
I'm sober on St patrick's Day
Every pub I see around is crowded
And the people they all say
There's got to be a better way
But, I'm broke as fuck down on my luck
Don't even have a nickel in my pocket
Can't find a lick of liquor
Guess I'll be on my merry way without it
But then Terry gives me a call
And he says his keg is full
Well that's all he had to say
I'm getting fucked up on St patrick's day
Get the fuck out of my way i'm loaded
Fucked up on St patrick's day punch my buddy
In the fucking nutsack
Taking a shit off the roof
Drinking home made liquor
I don't know the proof
Yeah I'm fucked up hey what up
Let's go flip that fuckin’ taco truck
Fucked up on St patrick's Day
There's tacos flying everywhere aw fuck yeah
Good old fashioned taco fight
Just like back in the olden times in Dublin
Terry's got a fresh bottle
Of Malort in the trunk
But he can't find his keys
And now he's blowing chunks
People making comments
That we're sloppy drunks
But, it's St patrick's Day
And we don’t give a fuck
We're fucked up on St patrick's day
Get the fuck out of our way we're loaded