Fuck The Kells

Fuck The Kells
Let's go now!
Walkin' down the street on a Tuesday night
And I'm feelin' good, yeah, I feel alright
But I'm tryin' hard not to pull a switch
On some drunk frat Punk and this stupid BU-bitch

Don't wanna get in a fight
But I'm easy to incite
And there's not a cop in sight, oh
Singing whoa, F*** the Kells
Whoa-oo-oh, f*** the Kells
There's more jocks outside than the motherfuckin' NFL
Sayin' whoa-oo-oh, F*** the Kells
Well everybody's been there once, yeah, no doubt
But raise your hand if you didn't get thrown out
Well they said somethin' 'bout my lack of class
Well, you can take this bar and shove it up your fuc*** ass
Yeah you got some world-renowned
It's not the only bar in town
It's just the first that I've burned down, oh
Sing whoa, F*** the Kells
Whoa-oo-oh, f*** the Kells
Well f*** you, f*** your mom
F*** your whole entire clientele
Singin, whoa-oo-oh, F*** the Kells
Whoa, f*** the Kells
Whoa-oo-oh, F*** the Kells
LEANNE!
Whoa, f*** the Kells
Whoa-oo-oh, F*** the Kells

Whoa, f*** the Kells
Whoa-oo-oh, F*** the Kells
Rise up rock city
Now it's time to raise some hell
Singin' whoa-oo-oh, F*** the Kells
We're gonna burn this fuc*** down