Me Old Ball & Chain

(альбом: Sober & Godless - 2015)

Right! Hand me down that bottle of tequila from the shelf
I'll have a beer to follow and all, here take one for yerself
I've been off the piss for ten long years and I've a bloody thirst
And I won't be leaving here until you carry me feet first

'Til I've tripped over the speakers and I've fallen through the band
And I told the chubby bouncer 'geeza shout if ye need a hand!'
I'm screamin o'er the bar and I'm spitting in yer ear
And signing wi' my hands for ya to geez another beer

Me old ball and chain is in a shallow grave
So hit me, one, two, one, two, three, four!
I don't have to suffer anymore

'Til I've kicked shit out yer jukebox and I've broken all yer darts
And I've talked the friggin ears off my reflection in the glass
I've spewed all down the front o' me and I've pissed all down me leg
And I'm propped up in the corner like a fucking rusty keg

Me old ball and chain is in a shallow grave
So hit me, one, two, one, two, three, four!
I don't have to suffer anymore

'Til I'm snoring like a chainsaw and I'm layin there catching flies
And you ye cheeky bugger pops two pennies in me eyes
"God love ye and protect ye, get yer knees up Missus Brown
She's topped her flaming hubby and she's torn up half the town!"

Me old ball and chain is in a shallow grave
So hit me, one, two, one, two, three, four!
I don't have to suffer anymore

(One, two, three, four!)
Me old ball and chain is in a shallow grave
So hit me, one, two, one, two, three, four!
I don't have to suffer anymore
Hit me, one, two, one, two, three, four!
I don't have to suffer anymore