Fynch - Home Lyrics

It rains too much here
For me to be happy all the time
It's alright
It's cool
Yeah, I'm fine
'Cause a glass of red wine
By the fireside is nice
But this pub has central heating
I'll nuzzle into my pint
And everything's grand
The simplicity of shelter, pal
Increase supply for demand
'Cause we're under under hands
But these idle hands are heaven sent
The scent of a revolt
There's no more tents
It's time to vent

(Take me home where the mood is)
Anarchic
It's cathartic to see the crumbling archaic hierarchies
(Just take me home where the mood is)
Tempestuous
Akin to singing a song for Finglas amongst Tallaght heads
(Just take me home where the mood is)
Lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit
Lit, lit, lit, lit, lit, lit
(Just take me home where the mood is)
Always rats out
Touts cover their snouts in ballies
I mean
What's that about
(Just take me home where the)

(Just take me home where the mood is)
(Just take me home where the mood is)
(Just take me home where the mood is)

(Just take me home where the mood is)
What if I don't have one
(Just take me home where the mood is)
What if you don't have one
(Just take me home where the mood is)
What if we don't have one
(Just take me home where the mood is)
What if they don't have one
(Just take me home where the mood is)
What if I don't have one
(Just take me home where the mood is)
What if you don't have one
(Just take me home where the mood is)
What if we don't have one
(Just take me home where the mood is)
What if they don't have one