Johnny Ironsights Hail Vulgar Juice Lyrics
Hail Vulgar Juice by Johnny Ironsights
Verse 1:
She lays beside almost every night
She's the reason I can't close my eyes
As I drift away I'm paralyzed
This demon's trying to take my life
Pre-Chorus:
A Priest, the holy water, nothing's working, she's going farther
A Priest, the holy water, nothing's working, she's going farther
CHORUS:
Hail vulgar juice of never-fading pine! Cheap as thou art, thy virtues are divine.
Hail vulgar juice of never-fading pine! Cheap as thou art, thy virtues are divine.
Verse 2:
Mama said you can drink it up
With a little salt in your cup
Or draw a line on your kitchen floor
And the four corners to stop the coming horror
Pre-Chorus:
A Priest, the holy water, nothing's working, she's going farther
A Priest, the holy water, nothing's working, she's going farther
CHORUS:
Hail vulgar juice of never-fading pine! Cheap as thou art, thy virtues are divine.
Hail vulgar juice of never-fading pine! Cheap as thou art, thy virtues are divine.
(Chorus taken from 17th century Irish philosopher, Bishop Berkeley's poem on the virtues of tar-water)
She lays beside almost every night
She's the reason I can't close my eyes
As I drift away I'm paralyzed
This demon's trying to take my life
Pre-Chorus:
A Priest, the holy water, nothing's working, she's going farther
A Priest, the holy water, nothing's working, she's going farther
CHORUS:
Hail vulgar juice of never-fading pine! Cheap as thou art, thy virtues are divine.
Hail vulgar juice of never-fading pine! Cheap as thou art, thy virtues are divine.
Verse 2:
Mama said you can drink it up
With a little salt in your cup
Or draw a line on your kitchen floor
And the four corners to stop the coming horror
Pre-Chorus:
A Priest, the holy water, nothing's working, she's going farther
A Priest, the holy water, nothing's working, she's going farther
CHORUS:
Hail vulgar juice of never-fading pine! Cheap as thou art, thy virtues are divine.
Hail vulgar juice of never-fading pine! Cheap as thou art, thy virtues are divine.
(Chorus taken from 17th century Irish philosopher, Bishop Berkeley's poem on the virtues of tar-water)