As the summer days fade away
But the thirst still remains
A fragile sound in the air,
Hear how the longing calls for our names
I know of only one place
That keeps the cold at bay
A warm pint of mulled wine to the face
Don't ignore the call, damnation awaits!
(Damnation awaits!)
To Marketplace Owl!
The name we howl!
The place is shite
But we'll go again tonight!
To Marketplace Owl!
Worst beer of the town!
No frowns allowed, we're going down
To drink another round!
Where the ale is stale and the days are gray
We drink our pain away
Warmth and shelter, from the icy hail
Windswept and frozen, the way takes us back again to...
To Marketplace Owl!
The name we howl!
The place is shite
But we'll go again tonight!
To Marketplace Owl!
Worst beer of the town!
No frowns allowed, we're going down
To drink another round!
To Marketplace Owl!
The name we howl!
The place is shite
But we'll go again tonight!
To Marketplace Owl!
Worst beer of the town!
No frowns allowed, we're going down
To drink another round!
To Marketplace Owl!
The name we howl!
The place is shite
But we'll go again tonight!
To Marketplace Owl!
Worst beer of the town!
No frowns allowed, we're going down
To drink another round!
Where the ale is stale and the days are gray
We drink our sorrows away...