Niall James Holohan - Pissing In The Sink [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Two thugs, eyeing up a drunk girl
Drug slug on the Ha'penny bridge
Lost souls, banging the the alleyway
Butch queers picking on a Spanish kid

Three birds starting on a hobo
Broken glass at the Trinity gates
Bar stools argue etiquette and fallacy
It's not true that it's never too late

Thing Mote and I feel terrible
Let's get the depressants in
Fag ends and dirty rotten plasters
Chalk my mind with shite and phlegm

Stag's Head cause I didn't want to spoil it
I'll quit tomorrow, I think
All my dreams go flushed down the toilet
I'm no use, I'm pissing in the sink

Yeah!
La, la, la, la, la, la, la

Fat gang ride in a pikie's carriage
Begoña Carrera trying to free the poor horse
In the middle of a conversation
The lights come on and the booze wears off

Old fart with a bin as a lectern
Holding court in Temple Bar
Going blind, as tourist takes pictures of children begging in the back of Spar
They're begging in the back of Spar, you've seen them
They're begging in the back of Spar, you've seen them
Seen them

I've no redress, I don't know what possessed me
To leave my house for a pit full of cocks
The light comes on inside the reeferidgerator
And thus inside the misery clock

I've no redress, I don't know what possessed me
To leave my house for a pit full of cocks
The light comes on inside the reeferidgerator
And thus inside the misery clock

Yeah!
La, la, la, la, la, la, la

Wishful thinking ruining lives across the country
Tear the thread of the civilized stew
If you turn around locked on Dame Street
You'd see a thousand other drunk who look just like you

Tedious talk about how I became a drinker
It's been two years since I last got sick
Tomorrow morning, I'll be sucking down the nurofen
Feeling like I went swimming in a bag of sticks

Stoat faced gimps slip down inside the strip club
Pub quiz drivel for the talkative louse
I swear there's nothing funny about a drunk, boys
My suit coat pocket's been ripped at the mouth

Always in pursuit of the perfect people
Yellow matter custard, dead dog's eye
I asked, quite polite, for a burger
Got a kick in the teeth and a knife in the side

Left my scarf on the statue outside Pravda
Around the neck of the night I lost control
Can't remember the last time I could stand to hear myself talking
I'm dead
My head is severed
Now only it is on a roll
Now only it is on a roll
Now only it is on a roll
Now only it is on a roll
Now only it is on a roll
Now only it is on a roll
Now only it is on a roll
Now only it is on a roll
Now only it is on a roll
Now only it is on a roll
Now only it is on a roll

I've no redress, I don't know what possessed me
To leave my house for a pit full of cocks
The light comes on inside the reeferidgerator
And thus inside the misery clock

I've no redress, I don't know what possessed me
To leave my house for a pit full of cocks
The light comes on inside the reeferidgerator
And thus inside the misery clock
The misery clock
The misery clock
The misery clock
The misery clock
The misery clock
The misery clock
The misery clock

Yeah!
La, la, la, la, la, la, la

Two thugs, eyeing up a drunk girl
Drug slug on the Ha'penny bridge
Lost souls, banging the the alleyway
Butch queers picking on a Spanish kid