The Rumjacks - Mclaughlins Rant

Well I've come here for the gargle, not tae cop a blast
Ye great thick headit ape, I'll stick yer chin right out yer arse
Come lookin' for your pound o' flesh, but I've got nothin' left
Cause Christian Brothers and Brides o' Christ've flogged me half to death
Suck on this ye Succubus, your star'll never rise
Ye've the smell o' death about your breath and bullet holes for eyes
I wish that I were sober, the day I made you mine
Oh pull the piggin door behind ye, thank you for your time
Bastards A shower o' pricks, the likes ye've never known
Rake em, break em, Devil may take em, down to Hell below
Oh as I set out on my way all naked and alone
Guard my back, guide me forth and bring me safely home
Geez half a life, a decent wife, my share o' love and trust
And when I'm gone, the long and restful slumber of the just
They'll ride ye to the gates o' Hell, drive ye to the brew
'til every penny's splashin' off the wall against your shoe
Ye'll get yer feed o' spurs and a few choice feckin' words
Then its back to picks and shovels, cause that's all they'll let ye do