[bad word] to the pub
 [bad word] inside down, don't be afraid
it's never be for us to late
To meet my friends with cup of beer
And no one's gonna ever tear
us from the place where we can hide
from human race and empty lies
With no politics, only friends
With only good songs, irish bands
There are some punks and hardcore kids
And also skinheads, rockabill's.
Of course tonight belong to us
For all my friends pick up the glass

pick it up pick it up pick it up

 [bad word] to the pub
celtic punk ska reggy dub
Bring me to the pub
temple bar with lion hart

This day was show of Hypnotunez
Under their course now I am to
Behind the stage i saw your eyes
You look like different otherwise
I said ''hello, where you are from"
He sad "that place that i belong
Buy me a drink cause I'm so dry, 
I'm spitting cotton", wonder why?
And then i take to glass of gin
We've born to lose and live to win
He has some black & white tattoos 
(I saw your magic rose tattoo)
He said [bad word] to hypno crew"
(I want you bad, you want me to)

 [bad word] 

My old friend Maks sais this wont less
The process started in progress
It's time to be with open mind
 pour me a glass of good moonshine
Under the roof of Maxwell pub
I've find myself for all the time
And now i know what gonna do
To take myself in perfect mood