Psychostick - Sober on Saint Patrick's Day

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 fuck
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 fuck up on St. Patrick's day
Get the fuck out of my way
I'm loaded

Fucked up on St. Patrick's day
Punch my buddy in the fucking nutsack


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

Yeah I'm fucked up
Hey what up
Let's go flip
That fuckin taco truck


Fucked up on St. Patrick's Day
There's tacos flying everywhere
Aw fuck 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 fuck


We're fucked up on St. Patrick's day
Get the fuck out of our way we're loaded

We're fucked up on St. Patrick's day
Get the fuck out of our way we're loaded

We're fucked up on St. Patrick's day
Get the fuck out of our way we're loaded

We're fucked up on St. Patrick's day
Get the fuck out of our way we're loaded

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