Lyrics
Six o'clock the sawmill stopped
Six o'clock marks the end of work at the sawmill.
The weekend is a go
The weekend has begun.
The company will have to wait
Ignoring responsibilities toward the company temporarily.
My servitude's on hold
My obligation to serve is paused.
I'm out the gate with an honour wave
Leaving work with a gesture of respect but not planning to stay home for long.
But I won't be long at home
Anticipating a short duration at home.
I am destined for the bar stool
Heading towards spending time at a bar.
And from there god only knows
Future actions uncertain after visiting the bar.
I was born to excel in the field of excess
Feeling destined to thrive in excessive indulgence.
I just want you to feel like I feel at my best
Desiring others to experience the euphoria felt at peak moments.
And I will dance along the razors edge
Willingness to take risks despite potential danger.
Til the reaper comes to collect my head
Accepting the inevitability of consequences, possibly death.
Pull up on the square my messenger
Arriving at a specific location with a message that demands attention.
Is going off
Feeling intense emotions or excitement.
Murphys or O'Sheas it's either ways
Choosing between different bars, indicating familiarity.
I'm getting locked
Preparing to become heavily intoxicated.
To begin I'll order in a few aul pints of the black stuff
Ordering traditional pints of dark beer initially.
But it won't be long till I'm on the phone for the little bag of dust
Quickly transitioning to acquiring illegal substances.
I was born to excel in the field of excess
Reiterating the inclination towards excessive behavior.
I just want you to feel like I feel at my best
Wishing for others to share the heightened sensations of personal achievement.
And I will dance along the razors edge
Continuing to take risks despite potential consequences.
Til the reaper comes to collect my head
Resignation to facing the consequences, potentially death.
The porters poured the lines are cut
Alcohol served and drugs prepared for consumption.
This train will never stop
A metaphorical train of indulgence and excess that keeps going.
Until the day that it derails
Continuing recklessness until an inevitable downfall.
There's no one getting off
Commitment to this lifestyle with no intention to abandon it.
The dealers paid, the music plays
Drug suppliers compensated, party atmosphere established.
The dance floors filling up
The social space filling up with participants.
I could stay in the charade
Willingness to participate in the facade until everything collapses.
Until the universe goes bust
Engaging in excess until the inevitable end of everything.
I was born to excel in the field of excess
Embracing a life centered on extreme indulgence.
I just want you to feel like I feel at my best
Desiring others to feel the heightened sensations of being at the peak.
And I will dance along the razors edge
Continuing to take risks despite potential danger.
Til the reaper comes to collect my head
Accepting the inevitable consequences, possibly death.
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