I've been feeling disconnected
From the town where I come from
I spend my whole life chasing a fantasy
I spend my whole life on the run
Every year we make a promise
Same time, same place
All the old friends are back in town
And we say a grace
Heavenly Father
We wanna thank you
Bless us these thy gifts that we receive
Heavenly Father
Please forgive us
They call it a pub crawl
'Cause the night will bring us to our knees
Around 5 PM there's eleven of us
Throwin' credit cards into a at
We pull them out like a lottery
And we see who picks up the tab
We'll have a drink and get on to the next
It's a marathon and it's a sprint
Maria's dancin' around and she's singing Mariah
Getting kicked out of bar number six
Heavenly Father
Can I call you daddy?
Can you take me to the promised land tonight?
Arkells - Pub Crawl Lyrics
Arkells - Pub Crawl Lyrics
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I've been feeling disconnected
From the town where I come from
I spend my whole life chasing a fantasy
I spend my whole life on the run
Every year we make a promise
Same time, same place
All the old friends are back in town
And we say a grace
Heavenly Father
We wanna thank you
Bless us these thy gifts that we receive
Heavenly Father
Please forgive us
They call it a pub crawl
'Cause the night will bring us to our knees
Around 5 PM there's eleven of us
Throwin' credit cards into a at
We pull them out like a lottery
And we see who picks up the tab
We'll have a drink and get on to the next
It's a marathon and it's a sprint
Maria's dancin' around and she's singing Mariah
Getting kicked out of bar number six
Heavenly Father
Can I call you daddy?
Can you take me to the promised land tonight?
From the town where I come from
I spend my whole life chasing a fantasy
I spend my whole life on the run
Every year we make a promise
Same time, same place
All the old friends are back in town
And we say a grace
Heavenly Father
We wanna thank you
Bless us these thy gifts that we receive
Heavenly Father
Please forgive us
They call it a pub crawl
'Cause the night will bring us to our knees
Around 5 PM there's eleven of us
Throwin' credit cards into a at
We pull them out like a lottery
And we see who picks up the tab
We'll have a drink and get on to the next
It's a marathon and it's a sprint
Maria's dancin' around and she's singing Mariah
Getting kicked out of bar number six
Heavenly Father
Can I call you daddy?
Can you take me to the promised land tonight?
Writer: Robert Max Kerman, Timothy James Oxford, Michael John Deangelis, Nicholas William Dika
Copyright: Lyrics © ENTERTAINMENT ONE U.S. LP
Copyright: Lyrics © ENTERTAINMENT ONE U.S. LP