Aye! Here be a tale of the Grog Blossom Inn - IN LYRICAL FORM!!

Listen to Iron & Ale while in the shower! While drinking beer! While drinking beer in the shower!

This is the first single off an unnamed and unmade album! of acoustic savagery and mystical mayhem! Grab your favorite wench and a tankard of ale turn it up to 11!

LYRICS

Come inside, take a seat, I’ll tell ya the tale
Of the Grog Blossom Inn
Built thirty years ago by a man we all know
So, take a pull for ol' Thomas Pippen

With walls made of stone, ten feet thick
And a forest of oak shaved for the fit
On the precipice of woe, poverty and pricks?
Add a gallon of ale, smile and remit

Where the haunts all give up their gold
For a tankard of ice laden beer
Where the women will steal your soul
Whatever your quirk, you'll find it here!

We're all bastards and whores
Guardsmen of moors
(And we're)
Made from Iron and ale

We're all princes and pawns
The weak and the brawn
(And we're)
Made from Iron and ale

We're all killers and saints
Landlords and waifs
(And we're)
Made from Iron and ale

We're all young and abhorred
The Bonemen of Yore
(And we're)
Made from Iron and ale

We're all a little fucked in the head
Go ask John if you don't agree
‘for too long we'll all be dead
So have a drink, the first one's on me

Be it treasure you seek or the traveller’s weed
You'll find your way at the Inn
Be it music ya need or a barrel of mead
Take a pull for ol' Thomas Pippen

And if tempers begin to rise,
Well, take your shit straight out the door
It should come as no surprise
If you make trouble your arse hits the floor

We're all bastards and whores
Guardsmen of moors
(And we're)
Made from Iron and ale

We're all princes and pawns
The weak and the brawn
(And we're)
Made from Iron and ale

We're all killers and saints
Landlords and waifs
(And we're)
Made from Iron and ale

We're all young and abhorred
The Bonemen of Yore
(And we're)
Made from Iron and ale

For when the night begins to wane
And there's no more fancy to fill
Tomorrow we'll meet again
On the top of Ole Manny Hill

We're all bastards and whores
Guardsmen of moors
(And we're)
Made from Iron and ale

We're all princes and pawns
The weak and the brawn
(And we're)
Made from Iron and ale

We're all killers and saints
Landlords and waifs
(And we're)
Made from Iron and ale

We're all young and abhorred
The Bonemen of Yore
(And we're)
Made from Iron and ale
Made from Iron and ale
Made from Iron and ale
Made from Iron and ale

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