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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