Drunk Tank

Last call has come and gone for usdown at our favorite bar.We got more beer at home butwe can't walk cuz' its too farGot a brand new set of wheel, andit's parked right out in the backit's called the DRUNK TANKand it's hell on tracks!We're having trouble walkingso i guess we better drive.Don't even have to worryif we'll make it home alive.With twenty-seven tonsof fine carbon steel,it doesn't matter if you're fucked upwhen you get behind the wheel!Lock and load get on the road,in the Drunk Tank!Grinding gears and pounding beers,in the Drunk Tank!Inebriated, Amout plated,in the Drunk Tank!Drive and swill and shoot to kill,in the Drunk Tank!Set off to the barwith happy hour in out sights.Several hours laterwe'll be blacked out in a fire fight.Cut off by the bartenderwe'll drive right through the doorWith a cannon pointed at his headI bet he'll serve some moreFlashing reds behind usbut we won't pull to the sideSwivel 'round the turretJohnny-law had better hideLet loose with the machine gun,