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[Verse 1]
Now there are those that like to think
We'd be best without the drink
No beer, ale, or frothy pints of porter
So let's hypothesize
How it would change your lives
If everyone were only drinking water
[Verse 2]
There'd be no public houses
No bars to take our spouses
No party kegs or cans to celebrate
No deliriums or visions
Regrettable decisions
No excuses to be coming home too late
[Verse 3]
So brothers, sisters, it's time to take a stand
You can pry my beer from my cold, dead hand
Raise 'em up, raise 'em up and drink 'em down
Yeah, raise 'em up, raise 'em up and drink 'em down
[Verse 4]
There'd be no swinging form the rafters
No blearing morning-afters
We wouldn't challenge strangers to a fight
There'd be no singing around the fire
With the drunken boozy choir
We'd all be home and tucked up for the night
[Verse 5]
We'd have no way to wake the dead
We couldn't wet the baby's head
Or toast the bachelor or bride-to-be
We'd have no cheery pint to sup
Watching Ireland lose the Cup
We'd barely need to go and have a pee
[Verse 6]
So brothers, sisters, it's time to take a stand
You can pry my beer from my cold, dead hand
Raise 'em up, raise 'em up and drink 'em down
Drink 'em down!
Yeah, raise 'em up, raise 'em up and drink 'em down
Drink 'em down!
[Verse 7]
For every barmaid, every waiter
Both sides of the equator
We'd be out of work and living on the dole
The wealth of every nation
Depends upon libations
Beer, it seems, is worth its weight in gold
[Verse 8]
Well, we've accessed the pros and cons
Thought about the rights and wrongs
The hellfire into which we could be hurled
Now get that pint into your face
You can save the human race
You're drinking for the future of the world
[Verse 9]
So brothers, sisters, it's time to take a stand
You can pry my beer from my cold, dead hand
Raise 'em up, raise 'em up and drink 'em down
Drink 'em down!
Yeah, raise 'em up, raise 'em up and drink 'em down
Drink 'em down!
Yeah, raise 'em up, raise 'em up and drink 'em down
Drink 'em down!
Well, you can pry my beer from my cold, dead hand
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