More Pricks Than Kicks

If you were around
we could go on the town
Instead of just goinmg
on the booze
If you’d stay in my life
We’d kick up the high life
Country Irish like we used to do And we’d
drink
and we’d
dance
and we’d
dance
and we’d
drink
and we’d
drink
and we’d
dance
and we’d
dance
and we’d
drink
So at my command
you will take my hand
And we’ll dance
the final dance
But it’s more pricks
than kicks
That’s what it is
I’m a scumbag,
a lout, thats the way
things are
If you name me a street
Then I’ll name you a bar
And I’ll walk right through Hell
just to buy you a jar