Drunk Tank lyrics
Song information
Artist: Quincy Punx
Album: Nutso Smasho
Lyrics
Last call has come and gone for us
Down at our favorite bar
We got more beer at home but
We can't walk cuz' its too far
Got a brand new set of wheel, and
It's parked right out in the back
It's called the drunk tank
And it's hell on tracks!
We're having trouble walking
So I guess we better drive
Don't even have to worry
If we'll make it home alive
With twenty-seven tons
Of fine carbon steel
It doesn't matter if you're fucked up
When you get behind the wheel!
Lock and load get on the road
In the drunk tank!
Grinding gears and pounding beers
In the drunk tank!
Inebriated, amout plated
In the drunk tank!
Drive and swill and shoot to kill
In the drunk tank!
Set off to the bar
With happy hour in out sights
Several hours later
We'll be blacked out in a fire fight
Cut off by the bartender
We'll drive right through the door
With a cannon pointed at his head
I bet he'll serve some more
Flashing reds behind us
But we won't pull to the side
Swivel 'round the turret
Johnny-law had better hide
Let loose with the machine gun
Watch his car disintegrate
Now he's writing tickets
From the wrong side of hell's gates
Lock and load get on the road
In the drunk tank!
Grinding gears and pounding beers
In the drunk tank!
Inebriated, amout plated
In the drunk tank!
Drive and swill and shoot to kill
In the drunk tank!
Drunk tank!!!
Drunk tank!!!
Drunk tank!!!
Drunk tank!!!
Drunk tank!!!
Drunk tank!!!
Drunk tank!!!
Drunk tank!!!
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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