More Pricks Than Kicks
If you were around
we could go on the town
Instead of just going
to booze
If you'd stayed in my life
We'd kick up the high life
Country Irish like we used to do
And we'd
drink
and we'd
dance
and we'd
dance
and we'd
drink
and we'd
drink
and we'd
dance
and we'd
dance
and we'd
drink
So at my command
you take my hand
And we dance
the final dance
But it's more pricks
than kicks
That's what it is
I'm a scumbag,
a tout, that's the way
that things are
If you'd name me a street
Then I'd name you a bar
And I'd walk right through hell
just to buy you a jar