Roll The Tanks

15 beers detects a sad excuse

roll out of bed, French press a little courage for the news

And if there’s dirt beneath me from this onslaught of abuse

I’ll turn into a hornet

And I belong to stubborn Irish pride

I feel like I can only say good morning and good night

And if there’s dirt beneath me or they challenge us to cry

I’ll turn into a Hornet

Oh I’m coming to see ya, dim the lights low …

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15 beers detects a sad excuse

roll out of bed, French press a little courage for the news

And if there’s dirt beneath me from this onslaught of abuse

I’ll turn into a hornet

And I belong to stubborn Irish pride

I feel like I can only say good morning and good night

And if there’s dirt beneath me or they challenge us to cry

I’ll turn into a Hornet

Oh I’m coming to see ya, dim the lights low …

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Welcome to a big long break

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