SIR REG - OPEN THE PUBS

It’s 3 in the morning, I’m lying in bed
I stare the ceiling, shit thoughts in my head
I’m sick of the Netflix, it fills me with dread
Would rather a beer with my buddies instead

The pubs they are closed and we can’t buy a beer
I’ve been fucked during lockdown, this lousy year
My liver is screaming to feed him a sup
So come on you bastards and open the pubs

The sound of the postman, highlight of my day
Whistling his song through the echoed hallway
Would rather be drinking a round at the Dub
So come on you bastards and open the pubs

Drinking at home, no it isn’t the same
I’m scratching me balls here just watching a game
But nobody’s cheering when they score a goal
Ah just open the pubs, I’ve a pain in me hole

Written by:
BRENDAN DAVID SHEEHY, CHRISTOPHER KEN INOUE SVEDHAMMER, DANIEL PETRI, FILIP BURGMAN, JOHAN SAND, KARIN ELISABET ULLVIN

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Lyrics © Bluewater Music Corp.

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