The Pub - The Tossers

Tough guy jackets piled high

Bar room smoke and swinging thighs

On the people they own the men’s watchful eye

Pool ball blast it’s a hell of a high

Room full of «adults» that frequent this place

Everyone knows it’s safe and knows every face

A year off holiday, till then come here

A hell of a lot better than being cold out there

Stalwart of morality conversation piece

Thinkin' twice about your bar room theories, just like you think police

Work is soon but the pub’s oh so warm

No one believes their intentions could suck

You go home 2 out of 4 times — scream and shout

Your watch it runs you ragged — scream and shout and then get out

The harder they come the harder they fall

Revolutionary theories from the end of a pall mall

Well, and we’re always here, we’re alway here

We always drink — it’s always gin and beer

Because it’s safe, it’s warm, it’s easy

The way it ought to turn out

As we sing a rebel song — we are the Donne Street bar room louts

Back to the pub, it’s a snub, it’s a dub

Let’s get the hell away

I’d smash all Parliament teeth in

No I don’t believe in what you say

From across the room a bad wog joke

Now I hear the laughter of all the corner bar room blokes

A barrage of napkins hit him, another joke, another shove

And he turned around the face the almost imminent bout above

He sat there as he told them that he didn’t want to scrap

If you’re this bored it must be bad

They chuckled and they giggled and they weren’t back to their beer

See now those fuckin' nutters, they best not come over here

As they left they nudged hime and he broke his hand across his face

And the four of them piled on top in a scrap that nearly destroyed the place

With a left-right-left-right-left-right he beat them to the ground

And before he turned to finish his beer the cops had swarmed around

And threw them all in jail charged with inciting riots too

R.A.

affiliation and hospital for the other two

Two of the boys were topped in jail last week and Jimmy’s scared they will

never come home

I wonder how boring it’ll have to get again to be turned into a demilitarized

zone

Now the mess is gone and not too long we always do come back here

It happens nearly every night, well maybe it’s because of the craic here

And we stay here and we never leave lest we’re dragged the hell right out

Well, prison must be a hell of a place, 'cause that’s where they all went out

Sittin' next to another bad mother fucker in jail

Another round they shout

Sittin' next to another bad mother fucker in the morgue

Another round they shout