歌曲 | Never Enough |
歌手 | The Tossers |
专辑 | Agony |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Well I consented to throw a ball | |
And out they all were turning, | |
All the wise ones, one and all, | |
All the men and women of learning. | |
All of learning the lazy ways, | |
Of rag men and their brothers. | |
Slothful artistic fools, | |
Who were tossed out by their mothers [Chorus:] | |
And there is never enough beer, | |
To put upon the table. | |
There's just never enough wine, | |
To keep this party stable. | |
There's just never enough booze | |
To change this lonely weather. | |
There's just never enough beer | |
To keep anyone together. | |
All south of | |
Earl and Meath, | |
Down in the liberties section | |
Where mad man cough and bawl, | |
And suffer all class of infection. | |
To entertain my dear old friends, | |
Every whore and thief and tinker. | |
Who are loyal to the end, | |
For they’re loyal to a drink, sir. [Chorus] | |
There’s just never enough booze, | |
To keep the fires burning, | |
There’s just never enough beer, | |
To keep the torment from returning. | |
I toss and turn through every night, | |
Spent in agony and frustration, | |
For I was born a wanderer, | |
Oh a tireless occupation. | |
From town to town | |
I go, All dreaming of a homeland, | |
That I will never see, | |
For I never liked my first one. [Chorus] | |
There's just never enough smoke, | |
To change this lonely weather. | |
There's just never enough beer, | |
To keep anyone together. |
Well I consented to throw a ball | |
And out they all were turning, | |
All the wise ones, one and all, | |
All the men and women of learning. | |
All of learning the lazy ways, | |
Of rag men and their brothers. | |
Slothful artistic fools, | |
Who were tossed out by their mothers Chorus: | |
And there is never enough beer, | |
To put upon the table. | |
There' s just never enough wine, | |
To keep this party stable. | |
There' s just never enough booze | |
To change this lonely weather. | |
There' s just never enough beer | |
To keep anyone together. | |
All south of | |
Earl and Meath, | |
Down in the liberties section | |
Where mad man cough and bawl, | |
And suffer all class of infection. | |
To entertain my dear old friends, | |
Every whore and thief and tinker. | |
Who are loyal to the end, | |
For they' re loyal to a drink, sir. Chorus | |
There' s just never enough booze, | |
To keep the fires burning, | |
There' s just never enough beer, | |
To keep the torment from returning. | |
I toss and turn through every night, | |
Spent in agony and frustration, | |
For I was born a wanderer, | |
Oh a tireless occupation. | |
From town to town | |
I go, All dreaming of a homeland, | |
That I will never see, | |
For I never liked my first one. Chorus | |
There' s just never enough smoke, | |
To change this lonely weather. | |
There' s just never enough beer, | |
To keep anyone together. |
Well I consented to throw a ball | |
And out they all were turning, | |
All the wise ones, one and all, | |
All the men and women of learning. | |
All of learning the lazy ways, | |
Of rag men and their brothers. | |
Slothful artistic fools, | |
Who were tossed out by their mothers Chorus: | |
And there is never enough beer, | |
To put upon the table. | |
There' s just never enough wine, | |
To keep this party stable. | |
There' s just never enough booze | |
To change this lonely weather. | |
There' s just never enough beer | |
To keep anyone together. | |
All south of | |
Earl and Meath, | |
Down in the liberties section | |
Where mad man cough and bawl, | |
And suffer all class of infection. | |
To entertain my dear old friends, | |
Every whore and thief and tinker. | |
Who are loyal to the end, | |
For they' re loyal to a drink, sir. Chorus | |
There' s just never enough booze, | |
To keep the fires burning, | |
There' s just never enough beer, | |
To keep the torment from returning. | |
I toss and turn through every night, | |
Spent in agony and frustration, | |
For I was born a wanderer, | |
Oh a tireless occupation. | |
From town to town | |
I go, All dreaming of a homeland, | |
That I will never see, | |
For I never liked my first one. Chorus | |
There' s just never enough smoke, | |
To change this lonely weather. | |
There' s just never enough beer, | |
To keep anyone together. |