Scrub the plates, wash your hands,
In fantastic style,
Heads turn in awe of their,
Tremendous well-being,
I'll wear a scar from the sticks and stones,
As I pull the trigger,
In the face of finger pointing ones,
Now who's scum?
Landlord,
Bring all the tramps off the streets,
'Cause the drinks are on me,
We're all family,
Except the suits with their arrogant postures,
As if they killed all our political monsters,
And those students all stuck up and pompous,
But we're still drinking here
Sweetheart,
My wallets only singed,
My mates deserve a binge,
So bring the bourbon to the bar,
So bring the bourbon to the bar
Blue hearts (blue hearts)
Blue hearts set free
Blue hearts (blue hearts)
Blue hearts set free
Blue hearts (blue hearts)
Blue hearts set free
And you will never be only,
The result of being alone
Punters,
We've got a night to share,
And we won't even care,
'Cause we're drinking on through to the morning,
While those students are dribbling and snoring,
And those suits are scribbling and drawing,
We won't wake them up with cards
Blue hearts (blue hearts)
Blue hearts set free
Blue hearts (blue hearts)
Blue hearts set free
Blue hearts (blue hearts)
Blue hearts set free
And you will never be only,
The result of being alone
I'll kiss the queen after the king is dead,
I'll kiss the queen after the king is...
The king is dead
All raise your glass
All raise your glass for the king
I'll kiss the queen after the king is dead
I'll kiss the queen after the king is...
