Текст песни
Pour it down
Turn it up
If the neighbors complain
We're doing something right
There's a bottle on the table
There's a hole inside my shoe
There's a woman in the doorway
Saying, What the hell's wrong with you?
I said, Nothing that a good old song
And half a glass won't cure
She said, You said that Friday night
I said, Friday wasn't sure
The rent is late
The engine's dead
Tomorrow's waiting
By the bed
So fuck tomorrow
Let it wait
Give me rum!
Give me rock 'n' roll!
Give me one more reason
Not to lose control!
We ain't rich
We ain't young
But we've still got
A loaded tongue!
Turn it up!
Let the ceiling shake!
If this is a mistake
LET IT BE A LOUD ONE!
My old guitar has three good strings
The fourth one left in '99
The amp is held together
With a cable and a crime
The drummer owes the landlord
The bass player owes the bar
And I owe everybody
Who remembers who we are
Someone says
You're wasting your life
I say
Maybe. But at least
I'm spending it properly
Give me rum!
Give me rock 'n' roll!
Give me one more reason
Not to lose control!
We ain't rich
We ain't young
But we've still got
A loaded tongue!
Turn it up!
Let the ceiling shake!
If this is a mistake
LET IT BE A LOUD ONE!
The bartender knows my name now
Which is never a good sign
He pours before I ask him
And he stops asking why
There's a cop outside the window
There's a preacher down the street
They're both complaining loudly
About the fucking beat
The world's on fire
The news is bad
Somebody sold the future
That we never had
So raise your glass
We still have tonight
Give me rum!
Give me rock 'n' roll!
Give me one more reason
Not to lose control!
We ain't rich
We ain't young
But we've still got
A loaded tongue!
Turn it up!
Let the ceiling shake!
If this is a mistake
LET IT BE A LOUD ONE!
At two a.m. we're louder
At three we lose the plot
At four somebody's dancing
On a table they don't own
At five the sun comes crawling
Through the dirty window blind
We look at one another
Like, Well... we survived
No fortune
No fame
No master plan
No fucking clue
What we're doing here
But there's rum in the bottle
There's blood in the beat
There's noise in the walls
And there's still something
Under our feet
Tomorrow I'll be sorry
Tomorrow I'll be broke
Tomorrow I'll remember
Every stupid word I spoke
But tonight the room is shaking
And the amplifier screams
And for three damn minutes
We're exactly what we dreamed
Give me rum!
Give me rock 'n' roll!
Give me one more reason
Not to lose control!
We got scars
We got debt
We got things
We can't forget!
Turn it up!
Let the whole damn building shake!
If this is a mistake
MAKE ANOTHER ONE!
Rum
Rock 'n' roll
Noise
That's enough
KEEP IT FUCKING LOUD
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