Sober on Saint Patrick's Day - Psychostick

I’m sober on St. Patrick’s Day

Is there a crueler fate than this?

I doubt it

I’m sober on St. Patrick’s Day

Every pub I see around

Is crowded

And the people they all say

There’s got to be a better way

But I’m broke as fuck

Down on my luck

Don’t even have a nickel

In my pocket

Can’t find a lick of liquor

Guess I’ll be on my merry way

Without it

But then Terry gives me a call

And he says his keg is full

Well that’s all he had to say

I’m getting fucked up on St. Patrick’s day

Get the fuck out of my way

I’m loaded

Fucked up on St. Patrick’s day

Punch my buddy

In the fucking nutsack

Taking a shit off the roof

Drinking home made liquor

I don’t know the proof

Yeah I’m fucked up

Hey what up

Let’s go flip

That fuckin' taco truck

Fucked up on St. Patrick’s Day

There’s tacos flying everywhere

Aw fuck yeah

Good old fashioned taco fight

Just like back in the olden times

In Dublin

Terry’s got a fresh bottle

Of Malort in the trunk

But he can’t find his keys

And now he’s blowing chunks

People making comments

That we’re sloppy drunks

But it’s St. Patrick’s Day

And we don’t give a fuck

We’re fucked up on St. Patrick’s day

Get the fuck out of our way we’re loaded

We’re fucked up on St. Patrick’s day

Get the fuck out of our way we’re loaded

We’re fucked up on St. Patrick’s day

Get the fuck out of our way we’re loaded

We’re fucked up on St. Patrick’s day

Get the fuck out of our way we’re loaded