Moonshine from Hellhound by The Boy With The Greyhound Tattoo

When they consume you in the morning
You hit them like a thunderbolt
From the terraces of fury
To the streets of faux revolt

You can lead them on a journey
From waving placards in the square
To bottles full of petrol
Dancing in their underwear

Moonshine
Their solicited protector
Moonshine
Raising pride and hell

From the first sip at the airport
Your pack began to howl
With their winks of fake bravado
Superficial sexist clowns

Through a lairy broken window
Cloaked beneath St George's cross
They lay flawed in Calle Cruda
With the prophecy of loss

Moonshine
Their intoxicating nectar
Moonshine
Raising pride and hell
As their egos start to swell
Raise a glass to your personnel
¡Salud!

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