Harijan - Portland Street | Текст песни

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We come here every Friday to relieve ourselves from work
Saturday it is done
better than the night before
Let all hell break loose as we come to hit this
town
The paradise of binge drinking our pressure-cooker valve

Forget about
the troubles you deliberate all week
Forget about the debts preventing you to
get to sleep
Reminisce of good times, god we’re getting old
Let us raise a
glass to the holy inebriate

The boozin’ is needed

Anticipate the illness,
we can overlook the crimes
We relish drunk behaviour and we welcome lazy
minds
This is one we’re proud of – our trusted friend
The opiate of trouble
watch us beat them back unarmed/
The opiate will never betray us

Embrace
this drunken stupor, sup this poison ‘till you drop
Pour the forgetting liquor
we will tell you when to stop
Now you’ve got the thirst there’s not much you
can do
But just so you know: we’ve smothered your rebellion!

The walk home
from the pub perfect time for a drunken debate
Exaggeration of booze probably
not my best friend
My room starts to turn, what’s the point in all
this?
Rapid decay into mental abyss
Will someone help me?

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