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Psychostick - Sober on Saint Patrick's Day Lyrics



Psychostick - Sober on Saint Patrick's Day Lyrics




I'm sober on St. Patrick's Day
Is there a crueler fate than this?
I doubt it

I'm sober on St. Patrick's Day
Every pub I see around is crowded

And the people they all say
There's got to be a better way

But I'm broke as f*ck
Down on my luck
Don't even have a nickel in my pocket

Can't find a lick of liquor
Guess I'll be on my merry way without it

But then Terry gives me a call
And he says his keg is full
Well that's all he had to say


I'm getting f*ck up on St. Patrick's day
Get the f*ck out of my way
I'm loaded

F*cked up on St. Patrick's day
Punch my buddy in the f*cking nutsack


Taking a shit off a roof
Drinking home made liquor
I don't know the proof

Yeah I'm f*cked up
Hey what up
Let's go flip
That f*ckin taco truck


F*cked up on St. Patrick's Day
There's tacos flying everywhere
Aw f*ck yeah

Good old fashioned taco fight
Just like back in the olden times in Dublin


Terry's got a fresh bottle of malort in the trunk
But he can't find his keys and now he's blowing chunks

People making comments that we're sloppy drunks
But it's St. Patrick's Day and we dont give a f*ck


We're f*cked up on St. Patrick's day
Get the f*ck out of our way we're loaded

We're f*cked up on St. Patrick's day
Get the f*ck out of our way we're loaded

We're f*cked up on St. Patrick's day
Get the f*ck out of our way we're loaded

We're f*cked up on St. Patrick's day
Get the f*ck out of our way we're loaded
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I'm sober on St. Patrick's Day
Is there a crueler fate than this?
I doubt it

I'm sober on St. Patrick's Day
Every pub I see around is crowded

And the people they all say
There's got to be a better way

But I'm broke as f*ck
Down on my luck
Don't even have a nickel in my pocket

Can't find a lick of liquor
Guess I'll be on my merry way without it

But then Terry gives me a call
And he says his keg is full
Well that's all he had to say


I'm getting f*ck up on St. Patrick's day
Get the f*ck out of my way
I'm loaded

F*cked up on St. Patrick's day
Punch my buddy in the f*cking nutsack


Taking a shit off a roof
Drinking home made liquor
I don't know the proof

Yeah I'm f*cked up
Hey what up
Let's go flip
That f*ckin taco truck


F*cked up on St. Patrick's Day
There's tacos flying everywhere
Aw f*ck yeah

Good old fashioned taco fight
Just like back in the olden times in Dublin


Terry's got a fresh bottle of malort in the trunk
But he can't find his keys and now he's blowing chunks

People making comments that we're sloppy drunks
But it's St. Patrick's Day and we dont give a f*ck


We're f*cked up on St. Patrick's day
Get the f*ck out of our way we're loaded

We're f*cked up on St. Patrick's day
Get the f*ck out of our way we're loaded

We're f*cked up on St. Patrick's day
Get the f*ck out of our way we're loaded

We're f*cked up on St. Patrick's day
Get the f*ck out of our way we're loaded
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