Open the Pubs Songtext
von Sir Reg
Open the Pubs Songtext
The pubs they are closed, and we can′t buy a beer
I was fucked during lockdown, all this lousy year
My liver is screaming to feed him a sup
So come on, you bastards, and open the pubs
It's three in the morning, I′m lying in bed
I stare at the ceiling, shit thoughts in my head
I'm sick of the Netflix, it fills me with dread
Would rather a beer with my buddies instead
The pubs they are closed, and we can't buy a beer
I was fucked during lockdown, all this lousy year
My liver is screaming to feed him a sup
So come on, you bastards, and open the pubs
The sound of the postman, highlight of my day
Whistling his song through the echoed hallway
Would rather be drinking around at the Dub
So come on you bastards and open the pubs
The pubs they are closed, and we can′t buy a beer
I was fucked during lockdown, all this lousy year
My liver is screaming to feed him a sup
So come on you bastards and open the pubs
Drinking at home, no it isn′t the same
I'm scratching me balls here just watching a game
But nobody′s cheering when they score a goal
Ah, just open the pubs, I've a pain in me hole
The pubs they are closed, and we can′t buy a beer
I was fucked during lockdown, all this lousy year
My liver is screaming to feed him a sup
So come on, you bastards, and open the pubs
The pubs they are closed, and we can't buy a beer
I was fucked during lockdown, all this lousy year
My liver is screaming to feed him a sup
So come on, you bastards, and open the pubs
I was fucked during lockdown, all this lousy year
My liver is screaming to feed him a sup
So come on, you bastards, and open the pubs
It's three in the morning, I′m lying in bed
I stare at the ceiling, shit thoughts in my head
I'm sick of the Netflix, it fills me with dread
Would rather a beer with my buddies instead
The pubs they are closed, and we can't buy a beer
I was fucked during lockdown, all this lousy year
My liver is screaming to feed him a sup
So come on, you bastards, and open the pubs
The sound of the postman, highlight of my day
Whistling his song through the echoed hallway
Would rather be drinking around at the Dub
So come on you bastards and open the pubs
The pubs they are closed, and we can′t buy a beer
I was fucked during lockdown, all this lousy year
My liver is screaming to feed him a sup
So come on you bastards and open the pubs
Drinking at home, no it isn′t the same
I'm scratching me balls here just watching a game
But nobody′s cheering when they score a goal
Ah, just open the pubs, I've a pain in me hole
The pubs they are closed, and we can′t buy a beer
I was fucked during lockdown, all this lousy year
My liver is screaming to feed him a sup
So come on, you bastards, and open the pubs
The pubs they are closed, and we can't buy a beer
I was fucked during lockdown, all this lousy year
My liver is screaming to feed him a sup
So come on, you bastards, and open the pubs
Writer(s): Brendan David Sheehy, Daniel Petri, Karin Elisabet Ullvin, Filip Burgman, Christopher Ken Inoue Svedhammer, Johan Sand Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com