Quincy Punx

Quincy Punx - Drunk Tank lyrics

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Last call has come and gone for us

down at our favorite bar.

We got more beer at home but

we can't walk cuz' its too far

Got a brand new set of wheel, and

it's parked right out in the back

it's called the DRUNK TANK

and it's hell on tracks!

We're having trouble walking

so i guess we better drive.

Don't even have to worry

if we'll make it home alive.

With twenty-seven tons

of fine carbon steel,

it doesn't matter if you're fucked up

when you get behind the wheel!

Lock and load get on the road,

in the Drunk Tank!

Grinding gears and pounding beers,

in the Drunk Tank!

Inebriated, Amout plated,

in the Drunk Tank!

Drive and swill and shoot to kill,

in the Drunk Tank!

Set off to the bar

with happy hour in out sights.

Several hours later

we'll be blacked out in a fire fight.

Cut off by the bartender

we'll drive right through the door

With a cannon pointed at his head

I bet he'll serve some more

Flashing reds behind us

but we won't pull to the side

Swivel 'round the turret

Johnny-law had better hide

Let loose with the machine gun,

watch his car disintegrate.

Now he's writing tickets

from the wrong side of hell's gates

Lock and load get on the road,

in the Drunk Tank!

Grinding gears and pounding beers,

in the Drunk Tank!

Inebriated, Amout plated,

in the Drunk Tank!

Drive and swill and shoot to kill,

in the Drunk Tank!

Drunk tank!!!

Drunk tank!!!

Drunk tank!!!

Drunk tank!!!

Drunk tank!!!

Drunk tank!!!

Drunk tank!!!

Drunk tank!!!

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