[Intro – rough raspy male vocal starts at 0:00, fast fiddle and mandolin, distorted guitars, punk drums] [Verse 1 – gritty low male vocal] Down in South Boston, by the docks, I worked for a bastard moving rocks. Not stones or gravel, not honest pay, Just dirty white powder shipped away. I counted his money, I drove his cars, Spent half my wages in downtown bars. He called me brother, he called me son, But I knew damn well I was just his gun. [Pre-Chorus – rising drums and fiddle] Ten fucking years beneath his thumb, One bag of cash and I'd be gone! [Chorus – explosive Celtic punk, studio backing harmonies] Whiskey in the jar! And a pocket full of lies! Everybody wants the money, Everybody pays the price! Whiskey in the jar! Let the dirty dollars fly! I thought I'd bought my freedom, But freedom had a price! [Instrumental – fast fiddle and mandolin] [Verse 2 – swaggering rough vocal] I took his cash on a Friday night, Two hundred grand and a one-way flight. I called my girl, said, "Pack your clothes, We're leaving Boston before he knows!" She kissed my lips and poured a drink, Said, "Baby, you're smarter than they think." I raised my glass, she held me tight, And promised we'd be gone by daylight. [Chorus – full band] Whiskey in the jar! And a pocket full of lies! Everybody wants the money, Everybody pays the price! Whiskey in the jar! Let the dirty dollars fly! I thought I'd bought my freedom, But freedom had a price! [Instrumental – fiddle and electric guitar duel] [Verse 3 – tense vocal, darker bass and fiddle] Three in the morning, a knock at the door, Then heavy boots across the floor. My boss walked in with four armed men, Said, "Did you think we'd never meet again?" My girl stood smiling by his side, No fear, no tears, no place to hide. He put his hand around her waist, And laughed right in my fucking face. [Bridge – heavy half-time, near-spoken vocal] She wasn't mine, she never was, Just another trick from the fucking boss. Every little kiss, every whispered word, Every secret that she ever heard. I looked at her, she looked away, There wasn't anything left to say. He said, "You thought that you were free?" I said, "Go fuck yourself. You'll see." [Build – rising fiddle, drums, guitar feedback] [Full band stop – silence] [Spoken – shocked male voice] WAIT... WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?! [SFX – brief distant siren, pounding at door] [Spoken – second commanding male voice] DEA! FEDERAL AGENTS! EVERYBODY DOWN! [One beat silence] [Breakdown – explosive double-time Celtic punk] [Verse 4 – fast, sarcastic vocal] The doors flew open, the blue lights flashed, My dreams of freedom went down with the cash. My boss hit the floor, his boys did too, And there went my girl with the whole damn crew! They grabbed my arms and read my rights, No more deals and no more flights. He looked at me with murder in his eyes, I started laughing at the whole damn night! [Final Chorus – huge studio harmonies, frantic fiddle] WHISKEY IN THE JAR! AND A POCKET FULL OF LIES! EVERYBODY WANTS THE MONEY! EVERYBODY PAYS THE PRICE! WHISKEY IN THE JAR! LET THE DIRTY DOLLARS FLY! WE ALL THOUGHT WE WERE CLEVER! NOW WE'RE ALL DOING TIME! [Outro – drop to bass and mandolin, dry spoken vocal] The boss said, "Boy, you're fucking done." I looked at him... "Well, ain't that fun?" [Silence] [Whisper] "Fuck you, boss..." [Final shout – full band hits hard] YOU'RE COMING TOO!!! [Final instrumental – fast fiddle and guitars, sharp stop] [End]
