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!!! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
