Like scotch swallowing Jesuits on a roof in Madrid
We are not drunk, we are spirited
Spirited
Spirited
What doesn't make us, makes us the more
Spirited
Spirited
What doesn't make us, makes us the more
Coal-shafted mules
Greyhounds at the pounds
And all you cats with shitty owners
You are spirited
Spirited
Spirited
The more that they triumph, the more that they fall
Spirited
Spirited
The more that they triumph, the more that they fall
Rabbits in the back at the vets
Government fed dolphins
And the register read
Dire diagnostics
Spirited
Spirited
What doesn't make us, makes us the more
Spirited
Spirited
Mistakes is what makes it
Try to resist this trial
And the birds they shit on St. Francis