Cocktail Rodeo
Rebel Spirits: A Drunken Tale of Freedom and Liberation
Lyrics
Well the old men say that crime don’t pay but an honest life is boring. You lazy slob go get a job, but that just ain’t my calling.
Rejecting the idea of a conventional, honest life as unappealing despite societal expectations.
I think that I would rather die that be a slave to bankers. Keep your paycheck anyway, you bunch of boring wankers.
Preference for potential death over being subservient to financial institutions.
I’m a man of simple tastes, I like my gin and whiskey. All the ladies say I taste of vodka when they kiss me.
Enjoying simple pleasures like gin, whiskey, and the attention of women who associate a vodka taste with kissing.
Sacrifice your sanity for just one taste of power, or slave away your fucking day for seven pounds an hour.
Highlighting the choice between sacrificing mental health for power or working tirelessly for a minimal wage.
Join me and we’ll go on a Cocktail Rodeo, every day’s a carnival, everything is free.
Invitation to join a carefree, adventurous lifestyle represented as a "Cocktail Rodeo" where everything is enjoyable and free.
Try and catch me if you can, I’m the drunken highwayman. Meet me at the crossroads and pour a drink for me.
Self-identification as a rebellious figure ('drunken highwayman') challenging others to join in and share drinks at a metaphorical crossroads.
My father wanted me to be a soldier just like him, and mother wanted me to be a politician.
Mentioning parental expectations for a traditional career path (soldier or politician) that were not followed due to personal choice.
And if I’d joined the navy, my ship it would’ve sunk. It ain’t no shame that I became a dirty stinking drunk.
Acceptance of a lifestyle contrary to societal norms, embracing being a 'dirty stinking drunk' rather than conforming.
On Monday nights I like to have a brandy with my tea. On Tuesdays I have a couple of beers, on Wednesdays I have three.
Detailed description of a weekly drinking routine, showcasing a habitual consumption pattern.
On Thursday shit gets blurry with the taste of gin and rum, and when the weekend comes creeping it’s time to have some fun.
Escalation of drinking as the week progresses, leading to the anticipation of weekend revelry.
Join me and we’ll go on a Cocktail Rodeo, every day’s a carnival, everything is free.
Reiteration of the invitation to a life of pleasure and freedom symbolized by the 'Cocktail Rodeo.'
Try and catch me if you can, I’m the drunken highwayman. Meet me at the crossroads and pour a drink for me.
Reaffirmation of the rebellious persona and the invitation to join in the carefree lifestyle.
And you might think I’m boring, and you might think I’m sad. And you might think I’m slowly going dribbling raving mad.
Anticipating judgments from society about the lifestyle, expressing indifference and defiance towards such opinions.
And if you think that I should try sobriety I’ll pass, I’ll have another fucking drink and you can kiss my ass.
Firm refusal to adhere to suggestions of sobriety, with a rebellious and dismissive attitude towards criticism.
Join me and we’ll go on a Cocktail Rodeo, every day’s a carnival, everything is free.
Reiteration of the offer to join the carefree, enjoyable lifestyle of the 'Cocktail Rodeo.'
Try and catch me if you can, I’m the drunken highwayman. Meet me at the crossroads and pour a drink for me.
Restating the challenge to join the rebellious figure at the crossroads and share in the drinking experience.
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