| Song | Pub and Culture |
| Artist | The Tossers |
| Album | Agony |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Duggins, Tossers | |
| What is called | |
| Queenstown is called the | |
| [4x] | Cobh of Cork <i></i>, |
| So I think | |
| I’d like some brandy and some port. [Chorus:] | |
| Well there’s nothing wrong with a drop or two, | |
| For there’s no harm that will come to you. | |
| It makes enemies walk hand in hand, | |
| And it takes the thirst away here from this land. | |
| But the anxiety and stress it calls my name, | |
| And drags me to dim places, | |
| And triggers ancient memories, | |
| Of trauma and old faces, | |
| That I will never see again. | |
| And so I reward myself | |
| For working through a day | |
| That was really fucking hard. | |
| What is called | |
| O’Malley’s, | |
| Is my home away from home, | |
| Well it is where | |
| I’m known, | |
| By everyone at home, | |
| What is called | |
| O’Malley’s | |
| Is my home away from home, | |
| So I think | |
| I’d like some whiskey before | |
| I roam. [Chorus] | |
| A chemical imbalance, | |
| Embedded in my brain, | |
| It’s probably from me parents, | |
| But the depression is the same. | |
| My neurotransmitter’s dopamine | |
| Is naturally depleted, | |
| So I’ve overproduced euphoria | |
| With alcohol when needed. | |
| What is called | |
| Londonderry, sure it’s called | |
| [4x] | Free Derry <i> |
| It’s only called | |
| Derry. So | |
| I think I’d like some porter and some sherry. [Chorus] | |
| A man’s in critical condition | |
| Because I had to drive. | |
| Sometimes | |
| I say, “I’ll just have three” | |
| Then I’m in the pub all night. | |
| All the tension and anxiety and | |
| The triggers in my soul, | |
| It hits you cause it lingers | |
| When you think you’re in control. | |
| How do you picture alcoholics, | |
| Though you may not drink that much? | |
| They’re not only ragged wanderers | |
| With bottles in their clutch. |
| zuo qu : Duggins, Tossers | |
| What is called | |
| Queenstown is called the | |
| [4x] | Cobh of Cork i i, |
| So I think | |
| I' d like some brandy and some port. Chorus: | |
| Well there' s nothing wrong with a drop or two, | |
| For there' s no harm that will come to you. | |
| It makes enemies walk hand in hand, | |
| And it takes the thirst away here from this land. | |
| But the anxiety and stress it calls my name, | |
| And drags me to dim places, | |
| And triggers ancient memories, | |
| Of trauma and old faces, | |
| That I will never see again. | |
| And so I reward myself | |
| For working through a day | |
| That was really fucking hard. | |
| What is called | |
| O' Malley' s, | |
| Is my home away from home, | |
| Well it is where | |
| I' m known, | |
| By everyone at home, | |
| What is called | |
| O' Malley' s | |
| Is my home away from home, | |
| So I think | |
| I' d like some whiskey before | |
| I roam. Chorus | |
| A chemical imbalance, | |
| Embedded in my brain, | |
| It' s probably from me parents, | |
| But the depression is the same. | |
| My neurotransmitter' s dopamine | |
| Is naturally depleted, | |
| So I' ve overproduced euphoria | |
| With alcohol when needed. | |
| What is called | |
| Londonderry, sure it' s called | |
| [4x] | Free Derry i |
| It' s only called | |
| Derry. So | |
| I think I' d like some porter and some sherry. Chorus | |
| A man' s in critical condition | |
| Because I had to drive. | |
| Sometimes | |
| I say, " I' ll just have three" | |
| Then I' m in the pub all night. | |
| All the tension and anxiety and | |
| The triggers in my soul, | |
| It hits you cause it lingers | |
| When you think you' re in control. | |
| How do you picture alcoholics, | |
| Though you may not drink that much? | |
| They' re not only ragged wanderers | |
| With bottles in their clutch. |
| zuò qǔ : Duggins, Tossers | |
| What is called | |
| Queenstown is called the | |
| [4x] | Cobh of Cork i i, |
| So I think | |
| I' d like some brandy and some port. Chorus: | |
| Well there' s nothing wrong with a drop or two, | |
| For there' s no harm that will come to you. | |
| It makes enemies walk hand in hand, | |
| And it takes the thirst away here from this land. | |
| But the anxiety and stress it calls my name, | |
| And drags me to dim places, | |
| And triggers ancient memories, | |
| Of trauma and old faces, | |
| That I will never see again. | |
| And so I reward myself | |
| For working through a day | |
| That was really fucking hard. | |
| What is called | |
| O' Malley' s, | |
| Is my home away from home, | |
| Well it is where | |
| I' m known, | |
| By everyone at home, | |
| What is called | |
| O' Malley' s | |
| Is my home away from home, | |
| So I think | |
| I' d like some whiskey before | |
| I roam. Chorus | |
| A chemical imbalance, | |
| Embedded in my brain, | |
| It' s probably from me parents, | |
| But the depression is the same. | |
| My neurotransmitter' s dopamine | |
| Is naturally depleted, | |
| So I' ve overproduced euphoria | |
| With alcohol when needed. | |
| What is called | |
| Londonderry, sure it' s called | |
| [4x] | Free Derry i |
| It' s only called | |
| Derry. So | |
| I think I' d like some porter and some sherry. Chorus | |
| A man' s in critical condition | |
| Because I had to drive. | |
| Sometimes | |
| I say, " I' ll just have three" | |
| Then I' m in the pub all night. | |
| All the tension and anxiety and | |
| The triggers in my soul, | |
| It hits you cause it lingers | |
| When you think you' re in control. | |
| How do you picture alcoholics, | |
| Though you may not drink that much? | |
| They' re not only ragged wanderers | |
| With bottles in their clutch. |