One More Day Above The Roses Songtext
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I'm done with you begrudgers
You pushers and you shovers
The scurrying, the worrying
I'm going to have some fun, oh
Well, I was born very young
I grew up in me cradle
Chances are that when I die
It will be of something fatal
So, if you see me running
You pushers and you shovers
The scurrying, the worrying
I'm going to have some fun, oh
Well, I was born very young
I grew up in me cradle
Chances are that when I die
It will be of something fatal
So, if you see me running
Keep up by my side
That hurricane is coming
And there ain't no place to hide
Get your own life, this one’s mine
And stuff it where the sun don’t shine
I'm done with you begrudgers
You pushers and you shovers
The scurrying, the worrying
I'm going to have some fun
So, give it over, take a break
Shut your hole, you're causing my poor heart to ache
To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners
Here's to one more day above the roses
Well, all the shmoozing and the boozing
Will catch up with you they say,
At least that's what them old ones
They told me everyday So, I quit just like they said
Stopped everything that’s bad
'Twas the worst twenty minutes
That I’ve ever had
It's not the cough that carries you off
It's the coffin, they, carry you off in
I'm done with all the snitching
The balling and the bitching
The striving and conniving
I’m heading for the pub
So, give it over, take a break
Shut your hole, you're causing my poor heart to ache
To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners
Here's to one more day above the roses
So, give it over, take a break
Shut your hole, you're causing my poor heart to ache
To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners
Here's to one more day above the roses
Work like you don't need money
Don't know how much things cost
Love like you've never been hurt
Love like you've never lost
And dance like no one’s watching
As often as you can
And when you drink
Drink like you're a true-blood Irishman
Live every day like it's your last
They're going by way too fast
You langers and you loons
You bankers and buffoons
The liars, the pariahs
You can keep the bloody lot
So, give it over, take a break
Shut your hole, you're causing my poor heart to ache
To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners
Here's to one more day above the roses
Here's to one more day above the roses
Here's to one more day above the roses
Oh...
That hurricane is coming
And there ain't no place to hide
Get your own life, this one’s mine
And stuff it where the sun don’t shine
I'm done with you begrudgers
You pushers and you shovers
The scurrying, the worrying
I'm going to have some fun
So, give it over, take a break
Shut your hole, you're causing my poor heart to ache
To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners
Here's to one more day above the roses
Well, all the shmoozing and the boozing
Will catch up with you they say,
At least that's what them old ones
They told me everyday So, I quit just like they said
Stopped everything that’s bad
'Twas the worst twenty minutes
That I’ve ever had
It's not the cough that carries you off
It's the coffin, they, carry you off in
I'm done with all the snitching
The balling and the bitching
The striving and conniving
I’m heading for the pub
So, give it over, take a break
Shut your hole, you're causing my poor heart to ache
To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners
Here's to one more day above the roses
So, give it over, take a break
Shut your hole, you're causing my poor heart to ache
To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners
Here's to one more day above the roses
Work like you don't need money
Don't know how much things cost
Love like you've never been hurt
Love like you've never lost
And dance like no one’s watching
As often as you can
And when you drink
Drink like you're a true-blood Irishman
Live every day like it's your last
They're going by way too fast
You langers and you loons
You bankers and buffoons
The liars, the pariahs
You can keep the bloody lot
So, give it over, take a break
Shut your hole, you're causing my poor heart to ache
To all you saints and sinners, you losers and you winners
Here's to one more day above the roses
Here's to one more day above the roses
Here's to one more day above the roses
Oh...
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