Shillelagh

Hell yeahIt's time to head outAll the kids with the back eyes grinIt's time to shred outIf you know what I mean234Yeah, oh my god, I swearWhen hell kicked us outAt least we knew who we wereAnd I always wished we were half way thereWith the state-side lights and the concrete airI swearYoung bucks get conscriptsKids are searching on the radioAnd ask yourself, you'd have done the sameTough luck for new tricksKids are searching for the antidoteAnd ask yourself, we're all the sameAll right nowThis right hereThis here is our context outbreakOur ten-to-one creationThis valvoline project allstateOur force fed reactionAnd this is our good sense undone