[Intro] [Spoken] Six quid... For a drink. [shouted] SIX QUID! [Gang vocals] A DRINK! [Count-in] ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! [Verse 1] Six quid for a drink tonight, Six quid just to feel alright. Plastic cup and sticky floor, Six quid and they want some more. Wages vanish, prices rise, Another little fucking lie. Bartender says “that's just the rate,” I look at him and contemplate. [Pre-Chorus] How did we get here? Who decided this? When did drinking piss Become a luxury? [Break] Six. [Drums] Quid. [Guitars] A. [Gang scream] DRINK! [Chorus] SIX QUID A DRINK! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! SIX QUID A DRINK! I CAN'T AFFORD TO LIVE! SIX QUID A DRINK! RAISE YOUR GLASS AND CRY! SIX QUID A DRINK! WATCH YOUR PAYDAY DIE! [Verse 2] Someone's selling lager gold, Six quid just to get it cold. “Premium beer,” the landlord said, I think he pissed in my glass instead. One more round, that's thirty quid, Who the fuck approved this shit? Band looks broke, crowd looks worse, Someone's counting every purse. [Pre-Chorus] Six for lager! Seven for stout! Eight for something You can't spit out! [Gang vocals] PRICES UP! WAGES DOWN! WELCOME TO THE FUCKING TOWN! [Chorus] SIX QUID A DRINK! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! SIX QUID A DRINK! I CAN'T AFFORD TO LIVE! SIX QUID A DRINK! RAISE YOUR GLASS AND CRY! SIX QUID A DRINK! WATCH YOUR PAYDAY DIE! [Instrumental Break] [Breakdown] SIX! QUID! A! DRINK! SIX! QUID! A! DRINK! YOU WANT ANOTHER? YOU WANT ANOTHER? SIX QUID! ...I'll have water. This isn't merely about the cost of drinking. It is about what we have lost. What? ...Our fucking money. [Chorus] SIX QUID A DRINK! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! SIX QUID A DRINK! I CAN'T AFFORD TO LIVE! SIX QUID A DRINK! RAISE YOUR GLASS AND CRY! SIX QUID A DRINK! WATCH YOUR PAYDAY DIE! [Breakdown] DRINK! SPEND! DRINK! SPEND! PAYDAY! WEEKEND! DRINK! SPEND! DRINK! SPEND! SIX QUID! A FUCKING DRINK! [Instrumental] I wanted to write About the cost of living... ...but they wanted a song about drinking. [Final Chorus] SIX QUID A DRINK! THAT'S SIX QUID TOO MUCH! SIX QUID A DRINK! I'M OUT OF FUCKING LUCK! SIX QUID A DRINK! THE BAR HAS LOST ITS MIND! SIX QUID A DRINK! LEAVE YOUR MONEY BEHIND! SIX QUID A DRINK! SIX QUID A DRINK! SIX QUID A DRINK! [Gang vocals] SIX! QUID! A! DRINK! [Final Breakdown] SIX. QUID. A. DRINK. ...Worth it. No.
