Token Celtic Drinking Song

As I walked over by the rare old side
Saw an army of read-skins dressed in white
You're feeling foreign it's your dying right
One stiff whiskey you can drink whatever you like

You live bored or kinda you're nowhere
We all do our best to pretend you don't care
Feelin' foreign and it's your dyin' right
One stiff whiskey, you can drink whatever you like

It's alright

Disquieting dreams in the middle of the night,
You toss your head, man, you know it's not right
You're feelin' foreign, it's your dyin' right,
One stiff whiskey, you can drink whatever you like.

Some is bored, some is poor,
Some is bored about being poor
Only the best shirt that I adore,
We don't need no black shirts that's for sure

Moving forward like a special bard,
Says "o.k. boys let's see your union cards"
Feelin' foreign it's my dyin' right
One stiff whiskey, I can drink whatever you like

It's alright, yeah, I can drink whatever I like.