Pub And Culture - The Tossers

What is called Queenstown is called the Cobh of Cork

What is called Queenstown is called the Cobh of Cork

What is called Queenstown is called the Cobh of Cork

What is called Queenstown is called the Cobh of Cork

So I think I’d like some brandy and some port

Well, there’s nothing wrong with a drop or two

For there’s no harm that will come to you

It makes enemies walk hand in hand

And it takes the thirst away here from this land

But the anxiety and stress it calls my name

And drags me to dim places

And triggers ancient memories

Of trauma and old faces

That I will never see again

And so I reward myself

For working through a day

That was really fucking hard

What is called O’Malley’s

Is my home away from home

Well it is where I’m known

By everyone at home

What is called O’Malley’s

Is my home away from home

So I think I’d like some

Whiskey before I roam

Well, there’s nothing wrong with a drop or two

For there’s no harm that will come to you

It makes enemies walk hand in hand

And it takes the thirst away here from this land

A chemical imbalance

Embedded in my brain

It’s probably from me parents

But the depression is the same

My neurotransmitter’s dopamine

Is naturally depleted,

So I’ve overproduced euphoria

With alcohol when needed.

What is called Londonderry, sure it’s called Free Derry

What is called Londonderry, sure it’s called Free Derry

What is called Londonderry, sure it’s called Free Derry

What is called Londonderry, sure it’s called Free Derry

It’s only called Derry

So I think I’d like some

Porter and some sherry

Well, there’s nothing wrong with a drop or two

For there’s no harm that will come to you

It makes enemies walk hand in hand

And it takes the thirst away here from this land

A man’s in critical condition

Because I had to drive

Sometimes I say

«I'll just have three»

Then I’m in the pub all night

All the tension and anxiety and

The triggers in my soul

It hits you cause it lingers

When you think you’re in control

How do you picture alcoholics

Though you may not drink that much?

They’re not only ragged wanderers

With bottles in their clutch