Three punk lads packed a case for the ride

With guitars drums and patches for pride

Hit the road in their van

Yeah they had a wild plan

Ireland’s pubs they would not be denied

In Dublin they played a loud show

Fans moshed in the beer’s heavy flow

They screamed every line

Sweating beer instead of wine

Next was Cork and then onward they'd go

Limerick punks tearing up the night

Tattoos in Sligo at half past midnight

Rocking small venues

No rules just fun

Every day was another wild run

In Galway they danced on the street

Late night riot cops took a seat

Pints flowed like the rain

Music driving them insane

Earning cheers from each person they’d meet

At 3 a.m. Isaiah's needle did hum

Fat-cat-tattoo was not for the glum

Ink running blue

On each punk as he drew

Stories of each venue bound into each thumb

Belfast gave them one final ride

Broken strings but still full of pride

With tattoos and grins

Countless whiskey and sins

They'd part but the tour would abide

Limerick punks tearing up the night

Tattoos in Sligo at half past midnight

Rocking small venues

No rules just fun

Every day was another wild run