80%

Lorcan any beer
Naw
Fuck sake
Lorcan any beer
Naw
Fuck sake
Lorcan any beer
Naw
Fuck sake
Lorcan any beer in the fridge man
Lorcan any beer
Naw
Fuck sake
Lorcan any beer
Naw
Fuck sake
Lorcan
Lorcan
Aw fuck off you cunt
Got bad news so I knock down a cap shot of eighty percent
Made in Spain burning a hole of pain in my gullet
There's no beer in the fridge
Not even a smidge of alcohol belonging to me
Nothing's free in this world
Don't you know or weren't you told
Except the damp and the cold unsold outside in the mess
You're blessed inside
Stressed trying to stay inside
Your house is your keep as long as you keep paying your keep
Like a sheep in wool afraid to sheared
So keep up the payments and your head will have a pillow
TV has signal kitchen sink has a brillo pad

Fist full of words and I use them best I can
Won't get me nowhere but that's the kind of man I am
Paragraphs and sentences alcohol percentages
Read between the lines and live within the meaningfulness
Of what it means to be us
To be someone else not depending on a bus to get from A to W
When you finally wise up there's only X Y and Z left

Now I'm out of breath half eaten by stress
This whole life a test but what for or why should I care
It's not like I passed anyway or will any other day
The bad news I got was waking up and realising that I'm still here
In this top up keep and there's still no fucking beer

Lorcan any beer
Naw
Fuck sake
Lorcan any beer
Naw
Fuck sake
Lorcan any beer
Naw
Fuck sake
Lorcan any beer in the fridge man
Lorcan any beer
Naw
Fuck sake
Lorcan any beer
Naw
Fuck sake
Lorcan
Lorcan
Aw fuck off you cunt
So I knock down a cap shot of eighty percent
Made in Spain burning a hole of pain in my gullet
So I knock down a cap shot of 80 percent
Made in Spain burning a hole of pain in my gullet