Irish Pub Song

Cheers!!!

The drunken party lasts through the night.

The whiskey doesn’t burn.
We sway and dance and sing.

My men watch me as I stumble down the steps outside the pub.
They nod their heads.

I trip and roll down the grassy knoll
They say I’ve had too much
I assure them “Ihve nott had enuff!”

They tie me down and I laugh.
This seems familiar I think, my mind hazed by the drink.
They walk me away, my hands tied behind my back.

I sway and say “L’s go!”
They take me to a shed in the woods and leave me there

I say “Tomarrah izza nuthurr day!”
The drink takes me and I sleep.
They lock the door.

When I wake the next morning the light stings.
I try to think of what happened yesterday.
My hands tied to the wall.
With me still a little tipsy my friends come in with somber faces.

“Oy mates cut me loose!” I say
Then I see the weapon in their hands, a silver knife.

They cut my arm and it burns.
I recoil as shock waves over me and I begin to change.
I grow my claws and teeth.
My vision clears

They hesitate but one steps forward.
“Sorry boy-o” he says

“We had to be sure!’ pipes up another

“You was always good to us,” says the third

“But with the situation being what it is….”

“I’m sure you understand” says another

“Now go quiet like and have another drink, we don’t want you to die painful.” Says the first

“Consider it a parting gift”

My anger rages as I fight against my bonds and kick my legs
They hold me down and force me to drink.
They sing that blasted song as they plunge the knife through my heart.
All goes dark.