Later on and we're back in black. Hometown beatdown. Go hard, get smashed.
Messy nights never get old, River of glass across a broken road. Tonic wine's best served cold, its medicinal properties remain unknown. The sweet nectar, a bottle of B to resurrect me.
Just the end of another debutante night, Staying classy while we drink and fight.
Making hedonistic debauchery stylish 'cause we're Irish.