The Broken Ones

[Irish punk intro. Long Irish traditional instrumental with fast punk drums]:

One , two , three, four

[verse: uilleann pipes, fast punk guitar]:

Fists are gripped

Minds are set

For a night that none will soon forget

Choose your poison

And fill your glass

We’re bringing down the roof

And it’s falling fast

Stomp the floor

Till the rafters break

To far gone

to ever make it back

[pre chorus: fiddle, guitar]:

The fiddle screeched

The banjo played fast

We’re drinking tonight like it’s

Never gonna last

[chorus:sing along,shouting]:

Heave-ho, we let it go

Listen to our voices ring

Heave-ho, we let it go

This is the anthem the broken ones sing

[verse]:

Crack the top

Drink it down

We are the lords

Of this wasted town

As the night went on

The whiskey flowed

Tempers rose

And lies were told

[ pre chorus]:

The fiddle screeched

The banjo played fast

We’re drinking tonight like it’s

Never gonna last

[chorus]:

Heave- ho, we let it go

Listen to our voices ring

Heave-ho, we let it go

This is the anthem the broken ones sing

[ extended musical interlude , traditional Irish instruments and rock guitar ]:

[bridge: banjo and fast drums only]:

Curses roared as a glass hit the floor

When a hard eyed stranger walked through the door

With a nod of the chin and flash of eye

The wind started blowing

And the fists began to fly

[verse]:

Tommy took one

square on the jaw

He’s the roughest son of a bitch

You ever saw

He laughed out loud

And begged for more

And snatched the unlucky one

And commenced to clean the floor

[ pre chorus]:

The fiddle screeched

The banjo played fast

We’re drinking tonight like it’s

Never gonna last

[chorus ]:

Heave- ho, we let it go

Listen to our voices ring

Heave- ho, we let it go

This is the anthem the broken ones sing

With a bloody lip

And a blackened eye

We pour another drink

And scream to the sky

Arm in arm

Brothers for life

Through thick and thin

Pain , loss ,and strife

[outro]:

Rain is pouring down upon the lane

Rattling hard against the window pane

Pockets empty and head pounding sore

Once again crawling out the tavern door

HEAVE-HO

WE LET IT GO

We will let our spirits fly

HEAVE- HO

WE LET IT GO

And know that we will never die

This is the anthem to the broken ones