Κυριακή, 22 Μαρτίου 2009

float /flogging molly


Drink away the rest of the day,
Wonder what my liver would say,
Drink, It's All you can.

Blackened days With their bigger gales,
Blow in your parlor to discus the day,
Listen it's all you can.

Ah but don't, don't sink the boat,
That you built, you built to keep afloat,
Ah no don't, don't sink the boat,
That you built...

Sick and tired of what to say,
No one listens anyway,
Sing... it's all you can.

Rambling years of lousy luck,
ya miss the smell of burning turf,
Dream it's all you can.

Ah but don't, don't sink the boat,
That you Built, you built to keep afloat,
Ah no don't, don't sink the boat,
That you built... you built to keep afloat.

Singled out for who you are,
Takes all types to judge a man,
Feel its all you can.

Fill your sense with biggest ears,
Hide behind their their own worst fears,
Live it's all you can.

It's all you can
It's all you can... do.

No matter where i put my head,
I wake up feeling sound again,
Breath its all you can.

Tomorrow smells of a lester cade,
Reach the bowls but glooming frame,
Be thankful it's all we can.

Ah but don't, don't sink the boat,
That you Built, you built to keep afloat,
Ah no don't, don't sink the boat,
That you built... you built to keep afloat.

Ah but don't, don't sink the boat,
That you Built, you built to keep afloat,
Ah no don't, don't sink the boat,
That you built... we all built to keep afloat.

It's a ripe old age,
It's a ripe old age,
It's a ripe old age,
Thats what I am.

A ripe old age,
A ripe old age,
A ripe old age,
Ahhh...

A ripe old age,
A ripe old age,
A ripe old age,
Thats what I am.

A ripe old age,
A ripe old age,
A ripe old age,
Thats what I am.

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