The Real McKenzies and Real McKenzies - Too Many Fingers

Two pipers with time on their hands
Took gold and won the competition
""First place""
We earned the right
To drink for free until the next daylight
From that pub we should have flown
It was packed to the rafters
With back-stabbing drones
And squads of blowing fascist pipers
Squirming around like nests of vipers
Wailing like babies in dirty diapers
Their earsplitting skirl
Assaulted our ears
We guzzle our drinks as we ran

Twisted drunk kicked out to the street
For sucking back whiskey
Like pups on a teat
Arm in arm we found our way home
To get some sleep
And it's already dawn

Making worse the best of intent
Hoping my mother
Was not at this event
""Still drunk""
Staggered and spent
There was marching and piping
And nests of vipers
Wailing like babies in dirty diapers
Their earsplitting skirl
Assaulted our ears
But now there was nowhere to run

[Speaking:]
Here the highland games
We finally arrived.
In hot pursuit of the only
cure known to man
for our temporary illnesses.
But instead of the whisky cure,
We found hell.
Hell of the worst kind!
Hell in the form of decibels!
500 skirling pipers, squealing, squawking...

Written by:
DAVID GREGG, JOE RAPOSO, KURT ROBERTSON, MARK BOLAND, MATTHEW JAMES HAWLEY, PAUL MCKENZIE

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