What a Great Night Restrung Lyrics
| Song | What a Great Night Restrung |
| Artist | Hilltop Hoods |
| Album | The Hard Road: Restrung |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Francis, Lambert, Smith | |
| Verse 1 – Suffa | |
| This is for the hopeless, the homeless, the brokest, the dopest, | |
| The smokers, the jokers on opiates and coke it's, | |
| Your choice, I won't judge you tonight, | |
| Cos I'm paraletic, I ain't looking to lose a fight, | |
| So put your hands up if you're not to drunk to stand up, | |
| If you bombing up the toilets put your man up, | |
| And put your can up spray it in the air mate, | |
| Check out my man, fuck its all going pear shaped, | |
| They call me Suff when I'm drunk they call me fuck off, | |
| Head under the bar trying to drink the run off, | |
| I'm a one of a kind; I'll rhyme till I'm cut off, | |
| Or just to fucking blind to get one off, | |
| Don't call me son of a bitch; I'm the son of an angel, | |
| When the sun of the morning hits it's so painful, | |
| These all nighters are killing me, | |
| But it's alright are you feeling me? | |
| Chorus | |
| And it's all love, and it's alright, | |
| Till we're all drunk, then it's all fights, | |
| Then it's all over, go home, go sleep, | |
| Wake up, get sober, what a great night, | |
| And it's all love, and it's alright, | |
| Till we're all drunk, then it's all fights, | |
| Then it's all over, go home, go sleep, | |
| Wake up, get sober, what a great night. | |
| Verse 2 - Pressure | |
| This is for the reckless, the restless, deafest and freshest, | |
| The jesters and senseless on heroin or meth it's, | |
| Your call, we aint judging you now, | |
| Cause on or off tap, we aint fucking around so, | |
| Feel a girl up if you're not to drunk to get it up, | |
| And if she's throwing up make sure her hair is up, | |
| But beware that you're not riding Caboose pal, | |
| Check out these chicks, fuck they all getting loose now, | |
| They call me Presh when I'm drunk they call me scumbag | |
| Hand up in your till, snatch a bill then run back, | |
| I'll take them one at a time once they find out I done that, | |
| These bars aint never gonna let me come back, | |
| Don't call me son of a bitch I'm the son of muso, | |
| And the sum of my problems is substance abuse so, | |
| These long nights are the death of me, | |
| But its alright it's my legacy. | |
| Chorus | |
| And it's all love, and it's alright, | |
| Till we're all drunk, then it's all fights, | |
| Then it's all over, go home, go sleep, | |
| Wake up, get sober, what a great night, | |
| And it's all love, and it's alright, | |
| Till we're all drunk, then it's all fights, | |
| Then it's all over, go home, go sleep, | |
| Wake up, get sober, what a great night, | |
| Gin and tonic, you rock the house, and a, | |
| Tequila shots, you rock the house, and a, | |
| Chivas Regal, you rock the house, and a, | |
| Yager bombs, you rock the house, and a, | |
| The hilltop rock the house... | |
| And it's all love, and it's alright, | |
| Till we're all drunk, then it's all fights, | |
| Then it's all over, go home, go sleep, | |
| Wake up, get sober, what a great night, | |
| And it's all love, and it's alright, | |
| Till we're all drunk, then it's all fights, | |
| Then it's all over, go home, go sleep, | |
| Wake up, get sober, what a great night. |
| zuo qu : Francis, Lambert, Smith | |
| Verse 1 Suffa | |
| This is for the hopeless, the homeless, the brokest, the dopest, | |
| The smokers, the jokers on opiates and coke it' s, | |
| Your choice, I won' t judge you tonight, | |
| Cos I' m paraletic, I ain' t looking to lose a fight, | |
| So put your hands up if you' re not to drunk to stand up, | |
| If you bombing up the toilets put your man up, | |
| And put your can up spray it in the air mate, | |
| Check out my man, fuck its all going pear shaped, | |
| They call me Suff when I' m drunk they call me fuck off, | |
| Head under the bar trying to drink the run off, | |
| I' m a one of a kind I' ll rhyme till I' m cut off, | |
| Or just to fucking blind to get one off, | |
| Don' t call me son of a bitch I' m the son of an angel, | |
| When the sun of the morning hits it' s so painful, | |
| These all nighters are killing me, | |
| But it' s alright are you feeling me? | |
| Chorus | |
| And it' s all love, and it' s alright, | |
| Till we' re all drunk, then it' s all fights, | |
| Then it' s all over, go home, go sleep, | |
| Wake up, get sober, what a great night, | |
| And it' s all love, and it' s alright, | |
| Till we' re all drunk, then it' s all fights, | |
| Then it' s all over, go home, go sleep, | |
| Wake up, get sober, what a great night. | |
| Verse 2 Pressure | |
| This is for the reckless, the restless, deafest and freshest, | |
| The jesters and senseless on heroin or meth it' s, | |
| Your call, we aint judging you now, | |
| Cause on or off tap, we aint fucking around so, | |
| Feel a girl up if you' re not to drunk to get it up, | |
| And if she' s throwing up make sure her hair is up, | |
| But beware that you' re not riding Caboose pal, | |
| Check out these chicks, fuck they all getting loose now, | |
| They call me Presh when I' m drunk they call me scumbag | |
| Hand up in your till, snatch a bill then run back, | |
| I' ll take them one at a time once they find out I done that, | |
| These bars aint never gonna let me come back, | |
| Don' t call me son of a bitch I' m the son of muso, | |
| And the sum of my problems is substance abuse so, | |
| These long nights are the death of me, | |
| But its alright it' s my legacy. | |
| Chorus | |
| And it' s all love, and it' s alright, | |
| Till we' re all drunk, then it' s all fights, | |
| Then it' s all over, go home, go sleep, | |
| Wake up, get sober, what a great night, | |
| And it' s all love, and it' s alright, | |
| Till we' re all drunk, then it' s all fights, | |
| Then it' s all over, go home, go sleep, | |
| Wake up, get sober, what a great night, | |
| Gin and tonic, you rock the house, and a, | |
| Tequila shots, you rock the house, and a, | |
| Chivas Regal, you rock the house, and a, | |
| Yager bombs, you rock the house, and a, | |
| The hilltop rock the house... | |
| And it' s all love, and it' s alright, | |
| Till we' re all drunk, then it' s all fights, | |
| Then it' s all over, go home, go sleep, | |
| Wake up, get sober, what a great night, | |
| And it' s all love, and it' s alright, | |
| Till we' re all drunk, then it' s all fights, | |
| Then it' s all over, go home, go sleep, | |
| Wake up, get sober, what a great night. |
| zuò qǔ : Francis, Lambert, Smith | |
| Verse 1 Suffa | |
| This is for the hopeless, the homeless, the brokest, the dopest, | |
| The smokers, the jokers on opiates and coke it' s, | |
| Your choice, I won' t judge you tonight, | |
| Cos I' m paraletic, I ain' t looking to lose a fight, | |
| So put your hands up if you' re not to drunk to stand up, | |
| If you bombing up the toilets put your man up, | |
| And put your can up spray it in the air mate, | |
| Check out my man, fuck its all going pear shaped, | |
| They call me Suff when I' m drunk they call me fuck off, | |
| Head under the bar trying to drink the run off, | |
| I' m a one of a kind I' ll rhyme till I' m cut off, | |
| Or just to fucking blind to get one off, | |
| Don' t call me son of a bitch I' m the son of an angel, | |
| When the sun of the morning hits it' s so painful, | |
| These all nighters are killing me, | |
| But it' s alright are you feeling me? | |
| Chorus | |
| And it' s all love, and it' s alright, | |
| Till we' re all drunk, then it' s all fights, | |
| Then it' s all over, go home, go sleep, | |
| Wake up, get sober, what a great night, | |
| And it' s all love, and it' s alright, | |
| Till we' re all drunk, then it' s all fights, | |
| Then it' s all over, go home, go sleep, | |
| Wake up, get sober, what a great night. | |
| Verse 2 Pressure | |
| This is for the reckless, the restless, deafest and freshest, | |
| The jesters and senseless on heroin or meth it' s, | |
| Your call, we aint judging you now, | |
| Cause on or off tap, we aint fucking around so, | |
| Feel a girl up if you' re not to drunk to get it up, | |
| And if she' s throwing up make sure her hair is up, | |
| But beware that you' re not riding Caboose pal, | |
| Check out these chicks, fuck they all getting loose now, | |
| They call me Presh when I' m drunk they call me scumbag | |
| Hand up in your till, snatch a bill then run back, | |
| I' ll take them one at a time once they find out I done that, | |
| These bars aint never gonna let me come back, | |
| Don' t call me son of a bitch I' m the son of muso, | |
| And the sum of my problems is substance abuse so, | |
| These long nights are the death of me, | |
| But its alright it' s my legacy. | |
| Chorus | |
| And it' s all love, and it' s alright, | |
| Till we' re all drunk, then it' s all fights, | |
| Then it' s all over, go home, go sleep, | |
| Wake up, get sober, what a great night, | |
| And it' s all love, and it' s alright, | |
| Till we' re all drunk, then it' s all fights, | |
| Then it' s all over, go home, go sleep, | |
| Wake up, get sober, what a great night, | |
| Gin and tonic, you rock the house, and a, | |
| Tequila shots, you rock the house, and a, | |
| Chivas Regal, you rock the house, and a, | |
| Yager bombs, you rock the house, and a, | |
| The hilltop rock the house... | |
| And it' s all love, and it' s alright, | |
| Till we' re all drunk, then it' s all fights, | |
| Then it' s all over, go home, go sleep, | |
| Wake up, get sober, what a great night, | |
| And it' s all love, and it' s alright, | |
| Till we' re all drunk, then it' s all fights, | |
| Then it' s all over, go home, go sleep, | |
| Wake up, get sober, what a great night. |
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