The lads 4

The grass is greener
That realisation is so sweet
So much satisfaction
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Pint in my hand
Back on the my feet
The lads got my back
And were out on the streets
Because when the shit hits the fan
The lads got your back
The lads got your back
When the whole world fades to black
We'll be off our face
The lads know the craic
Pints of Guinness all around
Cover the table in black
A few quite one
Shite talk for the night
Goodbye to who I am
Hello vodka and white
Because when the shit hits the fan
The lads got your back
The lads got your back
When the whole world fades to black
The locals buzzing
Everyone's looking for something
Micheals on the prowl
But he'll come back with nothing
The lads are out
So spark up them fags
And light up the night,
Who knows where we going,
or where we'll be dragged
Because when the shit hits the fan
The lads got your back
The lads got your back
When the whole world fades to black
Because when the shit hits the fan
The lads got your back
The lads got your back
The lads got your back